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I found Joyce McKinney in Washington Square Park with one of her famous cloned Rottweilers. She sat in an electric wheelchair and was dressed in a fringed neon pink suit jacket with a matching skirt that hung loose over her knees. Her hair was bright yellow and damaged. It was eleven at night, a Tuesday in October.
I am a huge Errol Morris fan. Three of my friends and …
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When I was a very young teenager back in the 1960's, I would take the bus east to Beverly Hills so that I could study at the public library there. I found more resources at this more affluent library than the one closer to my home. One Saturday when I had finished studying, I was walking back to the bus stop for my trip home. Rather than my usual route, …
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We went to see Break of Noon at the Lucille Lortel Theatre, starring David Duchovny. We lived nearby and, as avid Californication fans, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Duchovny on stage.
Afterwards, we filed outside into the brisk evening air where Duchovny fans hovered nearby with cameras, excitedly awaiting his exit. The temptation to join them flickered through my mind before I dismissed it.
“I …
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Last summer, I saw a special presentation of The Wizard of Oz. It was at the Music Box Theatre in Chicago, hosted by John Waters. He was the perfect host for this movie.
After it was over, he was greeting fans and signing books. I waited in line for about 40 minutes to meet him. This was a bucket list item for …
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I saw him at the grocery store. It was the day after President Obama's inauguration and spirits were high and hopeful in the progressive little college town where he and I live. Though the day meant a lot to many people, for him, I imagine it carried a more bitter than sweet significance. He was coiffed - his hair was touseled, his jeans were pressed. He looked good, maybe …
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As a video producer at Syracuse University, I’ve had the fortune of meeting some famous people. These figures include actor Dennis Quaid, Shaquille O’Neal and author Joyce Carol Oates.
However, of all the public figures I have met, no one has captured my attention like former House Majority Leader Dick Armey.
First off, I must give full disclosure. I am no Reagan Republican; in fact I …
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To this day, I can’t see George Clooney on the big screen without thinking of the boy I crushed on in the sixth grade and the nice thing he did, many years later, for a very sick girl.
I grew up in the '70s with the Clooneys in Mason, Ohio. In fact, both our families belonged to this tiny Catholic church, St. Susanna. George's dad worked the bingo every …
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I spent the summer of 2008 in New York City. I wasn't there for fun or a chance at fame, but to take care of my aunt who was dying of a brain tumor. My mother took the day shift, dutifully showing up at the hospice center in the Bronx. I had night shift, complete with a pull-out cot by my aunt's bed so I could be …
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In 1993 I was pregnant for the first time and was working as a choreographer at The Cleveland Play House. The company was premièring a play, and Jesse Martin was the lead character. His role called for him to sing and dance. There was nothing he could not do, or would not try. He was game. And his energy was an exuberant shout-out to being a working actor surrounded by …
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I didn't consider myself a Motley Crue fan, having cut my musical teeth on steady diet of Depeche Mode and The Cure, to the exclusion of most everything else. By the time my band landed in Hollywood, however, the inevitable lineup changes brought me into a circle of ex-glam rockers, and by virtue of them, I began to broaden my horizons.
After the fifteenth Sunday-night screening …
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I remember it was the Fourth of July, because I was especially pissed off to be working the cashier at the local grocery store on a holiday. Having to wear the button-down shirt and apron combination made the humid day most unbearable, even with air conditioner running. Beads of sweat formed along my hairline and lips. I felt sticky all over while scanning the next customer's items one by one, …
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I was doing security backstage at the outdoor music venue Stubb’s, in Austin, Texas. Velvet Revolver had just started playing inside, minus Scott Weiland, as the sun started to fade over the amphitheater. Tour management, house management and security were all frantic on their radios trying find out where he was. I was standing on the sidewalk on 8th St at the entrance to the loading dock and outdoor backstage …
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I was in Spoonbill & Sugartown, a bookstore in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when I saw Keanu Reeves. He was standing to my right. He looked dapper. Faded blue jeans. Worn boots. Blue velvety-looking jacket. Beard. Fedora. Dapper, man.
Nine months before, I'd read an interview with Keanu in some men's magazine that had taken place in a bookstore in LA. In the article, he'd recommended a book, The Elementary Particles, …
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I've never been so broke, tired, hungry, and lonely in all my life. I've also never felt so fabulous. Being in New York City has this way of bringing out one's deepest insecurities and the most extreme delusions of grandeur. Lady Gaga said it best: "I used to walk down the streets of New York City every day like I was a fucking star."
I got a taste of …
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In the 1990s, I worked at 30 Rockefeller Plaza in New York City. It's the building everyone sees when the famous Christmas tree is lit each year. The building is also the home of NBC and the television show _Saturday Night Live._
At that time, I would see many famous people pass through the lobby or hopping into an elevator. They included the likes of Dick Clark, Dustin …
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So my mom is a big businesswoman. If it were possible, her boss would've implanted her cellphone into her crainum long ago. And that was way before Bluetooth technology. She could balance baking birthday cakes with board-room meetings.
On vacation at mini-paradise Disney World, there were at least a four hours of imposed silence for her to carry on with her business, and then we'd knock off at night …
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In 1992, my husband and I returned to Bermuda, where we'd honeymooned four years before. Each morning, I headed for a small stable where, because I had 15 years as a horse owner, the manager let me ride on my own.
Two American boys arrived every morning for lessons, escorted by their grandfather, a 60-ish gentleman who spoke slowly and politely. We chatted amiably about everyday things. He was …
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David Lynch picked me out of a crowd and gave me a free ticket to a movie.
At first I thought, "Wow, what a nice gesture." Then it occurred to me that it was David Lynch, the director of _Eraserhead,_ _Lost Highway,_ and _The Elephant Man._ Not exactly someone known for his appreciation of sweetness, light, and beauty--but someone with a very
dark and twisted world view.
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I couldn't believe Aretha Franklin was even shorter than I am. But the famous, more often than not, are surprisingly short. We have more to prove, maybe.
We shorties, I mean.
She was also nowhere near as big around as you may think. Granted, this was in 1994, but even back then she looked awfully large when you saw her on TV--not so in person.
I grew …
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I was commuting. It was spring of 2002, and we New Yorkers were still pretty raw from the previous September's disaster, constantly admonished by the police to say something if we saw something. Most of us still thought we would more than just see something.
Public transportation is vulnerable, and the subway felt like a trap! But we had to go on with our lives.
I was halfway …
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