Once while making deliveries in New York, we were on Lexington Ave. and stopped at 90th (I believe -- but for sure the intersection was in the final scene of "Ransom" with Mel Gibson). A driver and the woman who owned the car approached and started yelling that we clipped their mirror. When parking, they blocked the SUV of someone who had run into a store. As I stood and watched my friend get yelled at (he was driving), I saw the occupants of the SUV come out and notice they were blocked. Since the woman was yelling hysterically, they waited patiently and strolled about until she finished, stopping to listen for awhile. My friend was pretty rattled by the time we left, and didn't know what to make of me telling him that Harrison Ford and his (then) wife Melissa Mathison had sat and watched him get yelled at, since the woman's car had them blocked in. (Note: they were with an entourage and must have been there for the NYC movie Ford did with Brad Pitt at that time.)
In that same job, we delivered to Demi Moore and Bruce Willis' apartment in NYC. (Maybe I'm bad luck for celebrity marriages).
I once sat across the aisle on a plane from the late writer George Plimpton, watching him flip through a notebook of some manuscript he appeared to be working on.
My dad was roomates with Bill Bixby for a time in the late 1950s.
I knew a guy who knew a girl who had an apartment where Stevie Nicks kept a room. He peaked inside and said that asolutely everything was white and spotless.
I saw Monkee's drummer Mickey Dolenz saying goodbye to his girlfriend (or maybe wife) as she got on a plane at LAX.
I was once crushed against the stage at a Ramones concert, reaching out to the band like eveyrone else. When Dee Dee walked close enough to my hand, I started plucking at the strings on his bass. He swiped my hand away, looked at me with his deadpan look, then flashed me a quick smile and went on playing. Definitely a "brush" with greatness...
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