I met bell hooks once. It was at a reading.
Kurt Vonnegut bought me breakfast. Along with a table full of other dopey, sleepy undergrads.
My father took the Queen horseback riding, but he was a kid then, and she was not yet queen. He worked at a South African stable. (Or so he says.)
My mother intentionally wet the bed with the woman who is now the Princess of Liechtenstein. (Actually, she may be the Princess Mother now, or whatever they call a retired princess.) Through the same branch of the family, I'm also related to a Japanese astronaut. Got a wedding announcement and everything.
My mother's uncle, who I met, once nearly killed Adolf Hitler. It was on a one-lane road, he was a soldier in a jeep, Hitler was in a big black car my great uncle contemplated either shooting at or running off the road. Instead, he pulled over and waited. The fool.
I swapped joke emails with Joe Bob Briggs a long while back.
Oh, and I'm one degree away from having seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer's butt. The scenario involves my alert spouse, a too-short skirt, thong underwear and a lollipop display at a New York City department store (of all things). At the time, she was just a soap actress (Gellar, not the spouse). |
