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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

A (Very Slight) Brush With Fame

Yesterday at work, I checked out two gentlemen.  As I was doing so, I got that "feeling" that he - the guy who bought some clothes - was "someone".  I checked his ID - an automatic response when folks pay with credit cards - and made an inane comment when I saw what city in CA he lived, "Hey, I have a cousin who lives in ------."  He responded with a joking, "No WAY!" . . . as one might if you're traveling overseas and they find out you're American, only to ask, "Hey, my friend Bob lives in Minneapolis - do you know him?!"  We bantered back and forth about that just a tiny bit . . . but after he left, I pulled out his credit card receipt to check.

Yep, it was Chris Hillman.  Of The Byrds!

If I spy him again, I'll apologize for not recognizing him.  But then, maybe it's NICE to not be recognized all the time?  If I were him, I know *I* would think so!



  1. Sometimes that happens once in a lifetime and you never forget.They had a Jerry Lewis marathon back home when I was little and I met James Brolin GOSH he was soooo tall and good looking.I won't forget that.Lucky us!

  2. And then, sometimes you make an ass out of yourself - like the day I passed Sly Stallone (and three very tall people - he is short and much more good looking in person) on the street in NYC. He said, "Hey there." I said, "Whatever," annoyed that some overly tanned guy was chatting me up. I didn't realize it was the Slyster until three blocks further down the street. Doh.

  3. Byrds, schmyrds, Chris Hillman of McGuinn, Clark and Hillman!!!!!


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