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On several occasions I’ve carried/held in my (gloved) hands:
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[li] Drafts of the Declaration of Independence, in Thomas Jefferson’s own hand.[/li][li] Final printed copies of the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution, dating from 1776 and 1787, respectively.[/li][li] A hand copy of the Magna Carta, dated 1215.[/li][li] The silver inkstand used to sign the original copies of the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution now in the National Archives.[/li][/ul]
I’ve stood within six feet of Old Faithful Geyser seconds before an eruption on summer’s day in front of several thousand park visitors. (We were taking water samples. Yes, we got wet.)
I almost knocked Mikhail Baryshnikov flat on his ass because he wasn’t watching where he was walking.
I once told then PM of Australia Paul Keating to his face he was a liar in the speech he just gave seconds earlier. He was not amused.
I own several pounds of very fine volcanic ash from the 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens.
I was once actress Mary Martin’s escort for 30 minutes. What gem of a person she was!
I shook hands (ungloved) and conversed with the Japanese Crown Prince, after being instructed do not approach him, do not touch him (even with gloved hands), and politely bow to him. I was also told he spoke no English. He came up to me, shook my hand and we talked about things, all in English. My superiors failed to read his bio that he spoke English.
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I think you win the thread.
I’ve had beers with Bill Johnson, the bad boy American skier who won the gold medal in the downhill at the 1984 Olympics. This was way after he won the medal but before his terrible accident.
I used to work in the building which supposedly was the site of the first two-way long distance telephone call between Alexander Graham Bell and Thomas Watson, but I can’t find much verification for that claim. The same building also apparently once housed the development lab of photography pioneer Edwin Land.
Along with some members of my immediate family and my Boy Scout troop I was apparently one of the last people to ever ride the Mount Beacon Incline Railway in Beacon NY (several sites indicate it stopped running in early 1978, we rode it in what must have been late 1977. It was practically derelict even then).