Nice story. A good chance someone did that to him when he was a little guy, because moments like that create lifelong memories.
My dad would occasionally take me to the airport to meet the Browns players coming home after a game in the 1950s and early ‘60s. In those days the radio announcer would often note the arrival time of the flight. The players were giants!
But my real indelible memory is of an encounter with Joan Baez in 1969 or ‘70. I was working as an usher at a Belkin Productions concert at Public Hall and hanging backstage about an hour or so before it started. Joan had finished her sound check and was headed back to her dressing room.
As she walked past, I mumbled something about her last album. She stopped and smiled and asked me to repeat it, because she hadn’t heard me. She walked closer and I turned into jelly, basically, because she was famous and beautiful and had turned 100% of her attention on me. She drew me out, asking about my interests, spending perhaps 3-4 minutes with me that I’ve never forgotten.
Nice story. A good chance someone did that to him when he was a little guy, because moments like that create lifelong memories.
My dad would occasionally take me to the airport to meet the Browns players coming home after a game in the 1950s and early ‘60s. In those days the radio announcer would often note the arrival time of the flight. The players were giants!
But my real indelible memory is of an encounter with Joan Baez in 1969 or ‘70. I was working as an usher at a Belkin Productions concert at Public Hall and hanging backstage about an hour or so before it started. Joan had finished her sound check and was headed back to her dressing room.
As she walked past, I mumbled something about her last album. She stopped and smiled and asked me to repeat it, because she hadn’t heard me. She walked closer and I turned into jelly, basically, because she was famous and beautiful and had turned 100% of her attention on me. She drew me out, asking about my interests, spending perhaps 3-4 minutes with me that I’ve never forgotten.
Tom, that is so great! And at Public Hall ... what a terrific memory.