Well, I grew up in the country and didn't have too many opportunities to rub shoulders with worldly famous people. We had our local famous guys like Junior Mitchell who was our "Fonz". He was a few years older, worked in a body shop, and had the coolest '57 Chevy convertible with 13 coats of hand rubbed candy purple lacquer and a tucked & rolled white interior. His dad had the farm down the road and he was a good friend.
In about '64 I worked in a gas station on the interstate and filled up Colonel Sanders' Caddy one day. Yes, he was wearing a white suit with a black string tie and had a white goatee just like on the KFC sign. He got out to stretch and talked for a while. He seemed like a very nice man. He charged his gas on a Standard Oil credit card and I almost kept the slip for a souvenir. I probably should have. Looking back on it, I bet he got a few free fillups by people keeping his credit card slips instead of sending them in.
One other time I brushed fame was in about '72. It was a couple of years after I got out of the Army and I lived in a big farm house with a few other people. We called it "The Farm".....duh! I probably shouldn't admit it but we were a group of Mother Earth type people.....hippies by most people's definition. One night after a local concert, the band "Black Oak Arkansas" came over to unwind. They stayed for three days. The girl in the band, Ruby Starr, was one really neat person! I had a crush on her for years.