Inspired by this conversation, I will now share two stories with the internets:
1. I was down in LA for some training or something a few years back, and while I was at the airport waiting for my flight to board, I noticed a woman sitting across from me who looked pretty familiar, but I couldn’t place exactly where I knew her from. Was it someone I knew from back home? Someone from college? I was in LA, so the odds were better here than, say, in Dallas, that she might be an actress or someone I had seen in a commercial or something.
We made eye contact a couple of times, and she didn’t seem to recognize me at all, so that led me to believe that a) she was not someone I had met before, or b) we had met and she didn’t want me to see her . . . but she wasn’t trying to hide behind a newspaper or avoid making eye contact with me, so that was a good sign. I often find that people who have met me try to avoid me, since I’m such a jerk.
She was sitting with two small children, and one of them climbed onto her lap and said something to her, and she smiled. It was a beautiful smile, a big, familiar smile, and I knew I had seen it somewhere — in a movie, on TV, somewhere.
As she was sitting with her children and playing with them, I didn’t want to be a creepy fan and invade her privacy — especially since I wasn’t sure who she was (“I really love your acting.” “Thanks, but I’m a singer.”), so I just pretended to read my book — I tried actually reading it, but my mind was too preoccupied scrolling through the lbmdb in my mind (little.brain’s movie database, much less reliable than imdb).
A couple of nights before, I had stumbled upon a movie premiere and talked to several celebrities — actors, athletes, musicians, etc. — but that’s for another blog post. Those folks were dressed for the cameras and expected to be recognized, so I had no problem in that setting going up and talking to them. There was no privacy to be invaded. This was different.
It was a week or two later when I finally made the connection — it was Nancy Travis, best known in my mind as Harri-et, hard-hearted-harbinger-of-haggis. She was also in Three Men and a Baby and several other movies and TV shows. She didn’t save my life like Jesse Jackson did, but it was still a memorable encounter, if only because I felt so stupid after I finally realized who she was that it had taken so long for my mind to spark.
2. Down in Missouri, there’s a Precious Moments chapel that we visited one year on our way home from college. It’s one of those places that might be a destination for some, but for us was an after-all-these-signs-and-billboards-we-should-stop-and-see-what-this-is-about-and-stretch-our-legs.
It was a really interesting place, built with a lot of passion and attention to detail. It was also kind of creepy, in that I picture my biblical characters as adults, with normal-size heads. Worth seeing if you’re in the area (F-R-E-E), but I wouldn’t make a special trip.
Thanks, Jeremy, for the random trip down memory lane.