"Fame" In Our Family
DH: Was at his parents' cabin in the Catskills one summer. A businessman approached him and a buddy to see if they wanted a job parking cars. So he and the friend took the job, but the fields got so packed that they ran out of parking spaces. When crowds started parking along the roads and in ditches, he and the buddy gave up and went to listen to the bands, until it started raining. So they picked up their checks ($50 each.......a lot back then) and headed home. He found out later that the concert was called Woodstock.
Now he wishes he had never cashed the check!
DS: Had a friend in preschool named Benny, whose parents worked as animators for a start-up in the East Bay (we lived in the SF Bay Area at the time). The boys played at each other's houses and went to each other's birthday parties. What seemed a bit odd was that Benny's dad, John, was always asking about what kinds of toys our son liked. For his b-day, Benny brought our son various Disney toys.
Sadly, a few months later, we learned that Benny would be leaving the preschool. I talked to his mom and dad in the parking lot, and they said they'd bought acreage up in Santa Rosa because they (with Steve Jobs) had joined their co. (Pixar) with Disney, to create a movie coming out in a couple years. I said that was great news: what would the movie be about? John said, "Oh, you'll see it. It's about toys."
So we lost touch with Benny and his family. Then in '95 or '96, DS walked by the TV during Academy Awards and called me out of the kitchen. "Hey, Mom! It's Benny's dad. He's on TV!"
So I went and checked it out. Sure enough. There was John Lassiter accepting an Academy Award for "Toy Story." Of course we went to see it ASAP!
Me: Was sent by my school as a teacher rep. to pick up our school's National Blue Ribbon Schools Award at the White House in Oct. '93. About 260 schools from around the country were represented; and, over a period of three days, we kept expecting Pres. Clinton to show up for one of the ceremonies. Well, he never did. Reps. from the schools were fuming.
But word was out that the Pres. was going to speak at the Jefferson Memorial at 8 PM Sat. I told my principal (and the other teacher with us) that somebody from our school needed to shake hands with the President. After all, we had come 3,000 miles, from a cash-strapped district; and our school had jumped through many hoops to win that award. But, by then, the principal and the other teacher had given up, and just wanted to relax with a beer at the hotel bar.
But I got to the Jefferson Memorial by 7pm, went through security, and found a seat in the middle of the front row. Sure enough, by 8 PM the Pres. and Hillary showed up, he gave his speech, then he and she came down into the crowd to shake our hands. When Bill shook mine, I said, "Thanks for coming." He just looked through me like I was a scarecrow.....