Whoa! I used to live, before they shipped me out to BFE, at Winchester & Wilson, just a couple blocks away. Neat. We could have gone to the Zephyr for shakes and fried food items.
Um…there are no famous people in my neighborhood. I know, you’re amazed there aren’t any celebrities living in rural Bulgaria, try to contain your amazement.
The actress Mary Kay Place grew up in my neighborhood. She lived one block west of me. We attended the same schools, but we didn’t interact much, since she was popular and I was a nerd.
That reminds me – when I was a kid, we lived across the street from where Jeff Davis was imprisoned during the war. While he was in prison, his wife Varina lived in our house, actually in my sister’s bedroom. Supposedly, her ghost still haunts the place, and you can see her sometimes peeking out of my sister’s old bedroom, trying to catch a glimpse of her husband through the bars of his jail cell window.
Clarence Thomas apparently lived in my (large) Northern Virginia subdivision before he was appointed to the Supreme Court. I mentioned this fact to a friend, when the hearings were going on, and she suggested we walk over and egg his house (no, I never did that; never knew exactly where he lived nor did I ever see him).
Katherine Hepburn had an apartment within a few blocks of mine when I lived in Manhatten in the early 90s. No clue whether she was in residence, but there was some mention of her in a neighborhood rag of some sort. Also I shared a gym with Ed Koch, former mayor of NYC - walked past him entering as I was leaving, and I asked the fellow just ahead of me on the stairs “was that…?” “Yep.”.
These days, I got nothin’. Everyone interesting has moved away, or found out where we are and decided to avoid us
From the “My, how things have changed” department -
In High School in Northern Virginia in 1979, my extremely middle class family (Federal gov’t employee Dad, stay at home Mom) lived in the adjacent subdivision to Bob Dandridge , an NBA all-star.
A drug dealer and a cop who grew up together live on my street. Their other childhood friend–a frequent customer of the drug dealer before it became too awkward for her to come into the neighborhood–is the daughter of the family we bought the house from, and the mother of a girl who I coincidentally went to a soccer game with once in 2003.