I went to high school with David Shuster and Meg Cabot. David’s family and mine went to the same synagogue. I knew David, but I was actually very good friends with his younger brother, who passed away when we were in college. Daniel is my son’s middle name after David’s brother. I read Torah at the aufruf for David’s wedding.
Meg and I were very good friends. We are still in touch, although it’s more of an email a few times a year kind of thing.
When I was 17, I wrote a letter to Lillian Gish, and she answered.
My brother was friends in college with Ethan Sandler, and so I met him a few times. My brother is still friends with him.
I have also met Gemma Jones, Joel Grey, Tip O’Neill, Art Speigelman (I actually got to talk to him for a while-- he was impressed that I knew his work from Raw, and had all the issues that featured it). I met the chessmaster Bruce Paldolfini once, and pretended I understood what he was talking about. I actually sort of know Marlee Matlin. I had a conversation with her at Gallaudet, and she didn’t realize I was hearing, then someone told her I was, and she asked me to interpret a phone call for her. She just wanted to check on a plane reservation.
When I lived in DC, I met various senators and congressmen, and such, but I never met the president, or the veep.
I talked to the King of Sweden on the phone once. I am not kidding. My roommate at Gallaudet was from a really important Swedish family, and when the king visited DC, her mother called to say “You should see him,” because apparently her family was actually on cordial terms with the royal family, and she had met him several times before. So she had me call (roommate was Deaf) his something-something-important number her mother had given her, and we actually got put through to him, at which point I interpreted a phone call, and she made some arrangement to see him. I wasn’t invited, but I didn’t expect to be.
I shook hands with Marcel Marceau once, and mentioned the name of an early student of his, whom I knew fairly well, and he stopped to ask me how Bernard Bragg was doing, so we chatted for all of about 30 seconds, but it was in a reception line that was supposed to be moving pretty quickly, and he wasn’t stopping to talk to many people.
I think that’s it. I once talked to my brother on the phone when he was with Patton Oswalt, who yelled “Hi Josh’s sister!” if that counts. My brother is a CGI tech who knows lots of people in Hollywood.