Sometimes I like to play the six degrees of separation thing. You know, supposedly there are only six people between you and someone else, specifically a famous person. It is kind of fun. For some celebrities, I don’t have to go far. Elvis, for instance. I once interviewed Gordon Stoker of The Jordannaires, an extremely kind gentleman that I wish I could have known. He sang back-up with Elvis for years. The picture above is of me and June Juanico, one of Elvis’ girlfriends in the 1950s. Yes, I bought her book. Ten years ago.
We once followed Jane Seymour around on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. She smiled at my husband. He walked on air the rest of the day.
I even know a guy who has worked in the federal government and rubbed elbows with all of the presidents from Clinton until now. Well, I guess he’s around President Trump. Then again, maybe not.
A local young man played football with Peyton Manning. In Tennessee, that’s pretty cool. No, that’s really cool. If Peyton ran for president, the Vol nation would vote for him. Guaranteed.
Okay, I’m going to randomly select someone. No, I’m going to call my son, and he’s going to randomly select someone. (Pause for phone call. He’s at Walmart in the town where he lives.) He just told me Tom Hanks, my favorite actor. Oh, that was too easy. My son knows someone who met Tom Hanks.
But other celebrities are more of a challenge. Give me a name and let me see what I can do. It may take research, but I’m up for the challenge. And what about you? Do you have a six-degrees story to share?
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