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warshawlawreminds me of a few my father told me.
I was going on about Babe Ruth and he casually mentioned seeing him once in NYC, walking down Park Avenue. The Babe smiled and nodded at my gape-jawed young father. No autograph, though.
Fast-forward to the 1980s and the Rolling Stones are in LA for a concert. Everyone is going nuts on Saturday because the Stones are not playing that night and everyone is sure that they are going to show up unannounced for an impromptu club gig. People are actually driving all over town looking for the Stones. My parents go to dinner with some friends at a divey Thai place in Hollywood and end up sharing the tiny restaurant with one other party: Mick, Keith, Ron Wood and their ladies. No autograph there, either.
He kind of made up for those lapses in judgment a few years later, however, by getting me backstage at an Academy Awards rehearsal and letting me fill my autograph book...