Watching Olivia De Havilland on TCM’s Errol Flynn documentary, and she looks smashing, at 89 (well, probably 88 when it was filmed). Love her hair, I wish I could achieve a perfect chignon like that.
Livvy and I have been in touch off and on since she got me in touch with Irene Selznick a few years back, and she really is a sweetheart.
[Bells Are Ringing number] “Go ahead, do what everyone else does—drop a name!” [/Bells Are Ringing number]
No name dropping you do now would make me more envious than when you dropped the tidbit about your Christimas gift from John Waters.
My Grandfather’s office boy was none other than Johnny Weismuellar.
Billy Joel once offered me his coat when it looked like I wasn’t going to be admitted to a local bar because I was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. He didn’t need to in the end, and Mrs. Lacha & myself sat with him supping beer for an hour or so, discussing music and pianos and what-not.
Speaking of Mrs. Lacha, she has seen Dallas Ernst (wife of deceased artist Jimmy Ernst and daughter-in-law of deceased artist Max Ernst) NEKKID!
Never a dull moment with us, I’ll tell ya…
When I was a ten-year-old Girl Scout, I shook hands with Harry S Truman, who wasn’t a heck of a lot taller than I was. Lawzee, but that man had a grip. The circulation in my right hand was iffy for half an hour.
For the next forty-seven years, my life was rather uneventful, but I’m still hoping for something.
My mother knew WWI flying ace Eddie Rickenbacker.
I have met twice with the distinguished author Eve Golden. I have her book on Anna Held and, last week during a funeral procession, passed Held’s grave in Gate of Heaven Cemetery and thought of Eve.
What? OK, OK…
I sat right behind my buddy Mel Brooks while we were both being smarties and seeing THE TORCH BEARERS at the Barrow St. Theater in 2000.
Mom and I ran into Donald Trump, accompanied by only one aide, in the actual lobby of The Trump Building. You know, the one with the lobby where 1985 lives forever!
I met both Cardinals Cooke and O’Connor, which is probably only really 
if you’re Catholic.
I can’t top the OP. Eve’s the most famous person I know. Not counting serial killers.
I’ve always heard that Olivia DeHavilland is a real sweetheart. I’ve always wanted her to autograph a program I have from the premier of Gone With The Wind. It’d triple the value. 
Since I personally don’t have any names to drop I’ll honor my parents droppings.
When my mother was young she had tea with **Albert Einstein ** and his aunt. She lived in Princeton, was selling flowers door to door and was invited in.
My dad worked in a record shop and once gave **The Andrew Sisters ** a small tour around Pittsburgh. From what I heard he was in his glory.
My father was on the History Channel when they did a special on the Hunley. He helped in the disinterment of one of the crewmen’s relatives who’s buried here in Pittsburgh. (For DNA testing).
One of my professors in college is close friends with Sergei Kruschev, son of Nikita.
My father sold a bag of sandwiches to Larry (of the Three Stooges).
I got Tiny Tim’s autograph when I was a little kid, and he was a (snicker) big star.
My second-grade teacher met Carl Sandburg when he came to West Virginia.
I met President Bush in 2002 (he pronounced my unconventional foreign name correctly).
I had sex with Nina Hartley – please carve that on my tombstone.
I have a picture of George Takei, holding an apple in his mouth while his chin rests on a footed silver dish lined with parsley. Long story.
I grew up in the 70’s not more than 200’ across a vacant lot from Jean Seberg’s parents house, and frequented their neighborhood pharmacy often (they had a great selection of candy.)
I have no idea if I ever actually met her, or if she even even visited, let alone lived, in that house.
crap.
ever even.
The part of my family tree (-in-law) I have memorized:
My maternal grandfather’s brother married Jimmy Stewart’s sister.
Say it three times fast and all you hear is “Jimmy Stewart” and it sounds really cool. I never met him but got to know my great-uncle pretty well, and about 10 years ago, he gave my sister Jimmy’s real-life home address (not sure if she wrote him). We thought it was funny that his ZIP code was 90210.
I know a bunch of people who know famous people (I mean a crapload: a lot of people in another online community are in the entertainment industry), but don’t know any myself. However, one of the people I know has been nominated for an Oscar in an obscure category, which she didn’t win.
I got to see Mark Hamill in his underwear!
My wife worked with him on a recent play, I was picking her up at rehearsal, and he was in the background changing…
She’s got “Luke Skywalker” in her cell phone now, you know, just in case.
Former Senator Chuck Robb
Former Governor Gerald Baliles
Former CIA Director William Webster
and
Now Deceased Supreme Court Justice Lewis Powell
were all people I had business dealings with on a fairly regular basis.
Which pales in comparison to having sex with Nina Hartley.
Back in the 80’s, I had about a six month affair with a former player of the Baltimore Blast (Baltimore’s soccer team). God, that man had nimble fingers…