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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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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
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I was staying at a hotel in Miami while attending a conference. As I left my room, a man stepped off the elevator. He was smoking a cigarette, so I smiled at him. (My family were tobacco growers for many years.)

After putting out his cigarette, he returned my smile and said, "Have a great day, sweetheart." I thought perhaps I had met him earlier at the conference, since …

While attending college at USC, I worked at the Starbucks in West Hollywood described as the gayest that Santa Monica Blvd. has to offer.

I had been watching Janeane Garafolo order lattes for about a month before I had a chance to talk to her. Then one evening, I dressed in drag to attend an open-mic amateur night at a club on Robertson. Looking up from my cocktail as …

Hi. My name is Kathy. And I am an Ardent Admirer of "Matthew Macfadyen.":http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0532193/

My AA admission may be different in substance from the more well-known AA introduction, but it describes a connection just as addicting. I bought the _Pride and Prejudice_ DVD in the spring of 2006. It wasn't until my fourth viewing, two months later, that I realized I was hooked.

I watched the movie over …

I attended a small private elementary school in Miami Beach. The year was 1983, and Billie Jean had been somebody's lover. The school looked like a church and smelled like a church, but it was a school. Nobody would have suspected it was a school--it was _that_ private. Perhaps this is why the Bee Gees sent six of their kids there? Celebrities love privacy.

My classmates often arrived in …

In 1993, I was a congressional page for then-Speaker of the House Tom Foley.

Following one visit to the Capitol, then-President Bill Clinton stopped by the Speaker's office for a visit. Those of us staffers lucky enough were allowed to line up to greet him.

Of course, the call of nature came right before he arrived, and he used the water closet.

So he comes out of …

In the winter of 1964, my family drove from Brewster, WA, to Sun Valley, ID, for Christmas.

Sun Valley was not our usual society; we lived on a farm five miles outside a town of 900, and my folks had made the reservation at the Challenger Inn five years earlier. We'd been saving money for the trip. When we arrived, on Christmas Eve, the hotel desk said they'd canceled …

In light of the passing of John Hughes, the Anthony Michael Hall oeuvre has been at the fore. It reminded me of--what was it, 1991? 1992? It was definitely before I ever had a real job.

I was a bartender at Terra Blues, a club on Bleecker St. in New York. Mr. Hall--Mike, as he was introduced--had come in. This wasn't geeky, cute Anthony Michael Hall, screaming "Jake!" underneath …
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