Congrats, RugosaB. I completely understood....it was a big, big day.
Let's see, my claim to fame is growing up in Freeport, ME and climbing the 53 steps to get into LL Bean and the pot bellied stove to thaw in front of. They had benches and we would do our homework while we thawed. It was half way home and high schoolers couldn't ride the schoolbus. Of course this was in winter...very cold winters. I remember -30 for a month once.
I lived in Gitmo. That was an experience...I would do it again tho. Made many friends that are still in touch.
I lived in Key West when Jimmy Buffet wasn't a name yet...pointed him out to my sister in the Tampa airport 17 yrs ago and she said "Who is Jimmy Buffet"....he winked at me. Was dressed in tan blazer, jeans, loafers and no socks.
When I was a kid in Maine, my Mom came out to the car at the drive in theater and asked that we get Bette Davis' autograph, my dad was running the movie and my mom worked in the snack bar...I said I would if the rest (4 of us) would back me up...got to the car and asked her for her autograph, looked back and the brats were 200 feet from me and I bolted. Bette Davis hollered, Little girl, come back. I didn't. She was married to Gary Merrill at the time.
I met Eleanor Burns.
I have to say the bestest was when a friend from ME met us in Almagordo, NM (she lived there) and she told me I was the reason she studied theology and became a Methodist Minister. That is so overwhelming for me. My heart fills as do my eyes whenever I think of that. Polly is back in ME and happy, happy, happy. Her mom was a riot....Italian ya know.