I was written up in the paper around age 10 or so. Girl Breaks Arm. Very early '60’s. My kid brother kept squirming around on the back of my bike. We wrecked on the bridge. The lone motorist (I told you this was a long time ago) stopped his car and helped us push it back up to the house.
I believe all these points were covered in the article.
I’ve been cited in some guy’s thesis.He used a formula that I used in an electronics trade magazine.
I shook hands with Tom Brokaw.
I was a tedious scholar who published a tedious dissertation. Don’t know if my dissertation has been cited by anyone else, though.
The one about London Bridge being about the plague?
Many years ago I danced a waltz with Dr. Ruth Westheimer on New Years eve.
I look sufficiently like “not Val Kilmer, but, you know, the other guy” to have been mistaken for him on at least a dozen occasions. Still don’t know the proper name of said person.
But how could you walk and sit on the toilet at the same time? 
;).
To the best of my knowledge, I have never ever done anything remarkable. Typo Knig was once in a news clip that got national airtime, he was at a marrow donor rally that got news coverage, and a shot of him walking from one table to another was on the local then the national news.
I also hired Otis Day and the Knights once.
God that was fun!
I made it onto the Oracle of Bacon Hall of Fame for finding someone with a Bacon number of 7.
I had dinner a few times with George McGovern.
(He was friends with a friend of mine)
I have a predictor of Lymphoma subtype named after me.
Nothing lately, but my photos have been published in large-circulation newspapers and magazines like the New York Times, USA Today, Business Week, Car & Driver, so it’s kind of cool to think that millions of people have seen your work.
Oh, I thought of another, more ridiculous one. My keyboards can be heard in this Portuguese television ad for toast bread. (String sounds and wobbly, sweeping synth sound.) It was a song from a Hungarian Indie rock band I played keys for.
As an infant I attended Walter Mondale’s high school graduation party.
I own a ring which was lost by my mother at a dance in Des Moines, IA and returned to her by Ronald Regan who was MCing the dance.
I’m published in the High School Anthology of Poetry. Don’t even ask; it’s embarrassing.
I played lead trumpet in one of many marching bands at the debut of the film version of “Seventy Six Trombones” in Mason City, IA.
I’ve played piano on TV and been interviewed on a local station regarding a new program for women’s mental and chemical health.
Oh, and fame remains just so far away, out of reach. Heh. None of the above feel like they define me as a useful member of society.
The one thing of historical significance I’ve done, and for which I’ll be anonymous, is that I recently donated my uncle’s memorabilia to the National Marine Musuem in QuanticoVA. He was Wm. Homer Genaust, the Marine photographer who shot the moving picture of the flag-raising on Iwo Jima and who lies there still in one of the underground caves.
Peter Jennings held the door open for me once, while he held a muffin in his hand.
(Very approximately) 29 million viewers watched me go quickly down in flames on a night-time game show.
I have a patent pending!
That seems to be it.
I also had dinner once with Wilt Chamberlin.
When I was four I threw a tantrum in Senator Alan Cranston’s office because he had run out of pens with his name on them. I had to be taken outside.
Oh, duh, and I forgot the one thing that people I’ve never met have actually occasionally recognized me from shortly after the episode aired: Check Please! (a local restaurant round-table type discussion where they get three people together with a moderator to go to each other’s selected restaurants and describe their experiences with them.)
I shook hands with Bill and Hillary, but so have millions of others.
I had a nice conversation with Dave Brubeck in Moscow, which I’ve related here previously.
I’ve seen three presidents speak: Reagan, Clinton, Obama.
None of these are particularly unique, however. I’ll stick with capsizing on a dogsled.
I was listed in fish and game as the man who first reported the spread of the African clawed frog into the Orange County Ca drainage system. I was notified of this about 2 or 3 years after the fact that they had done a complete investigation and confirmed my reports.
Possibly I was the first to suggest that the armadillo population was following the spread of the fire ants. I have never confirmed this or if that is fact or not but was informaly notified at the time that it appeared I might be correct on this and they were investigating further.
I also suggested to the local bird watching society that the boom in the common crow population here in the south bay where I live was due to the population explosion of startlings and they were controlling the startling population. I had quite a bit of local interest on this but was never able to confirm this as fact. I am more convinced of this now than then as both populations have leveled off at acceptable numbers.