Searcher, thanks for the alzeimers comment, but I cheated. I couldn't remember if you were 51 (which would have made #1 the obvious lie) or 58, so searched your first posts to refresh my memory.

I've never knowingly met a celebrity, or even been in close proximity, unless you count the tour at Paramount Studios and seeing the cast of Star Trek Voyageur (sp) outside for a smoke break. That was cool, but fleeting.

Oh.

And here I thought you had super/brain!

You know, that WAS an interesting time in my life. I lived in Paradise Valley, Montana. Just south of Livingston and just north of the north entrance to Yellowstone. Breathtakingly beautiful. And at that time (1976-77) there were MANY celebs who lived there. I think not only because it was Paradise, but because there was an unspoken rule that said they could come and go with no remark. No one paid them any mind whatsoever. Among them: John Wayne, Phyllis Diller, that Broderick author (can't remember his first name, but I went with my sister, 2 other women, and Ianthe Broderick {his daughter} into town (Bozeman) for our yearly papsmears, then to lunch after! And while all of us were waiting our "turn" we heard this blood curdling scream coming from my sister - the doctor had pinched her with the specula which was broken - can you imagine what WE were thinking? Also, there was Tom McWayne the screenwriter, Robert Redford (whom I never met) but frequented The Old Saloon - Margot Kidder (remember Superman I?), and that supporting actor guy whose name escapes me that was in every western movie ever made - what WAS his name - anyway, I had carrot cake at his house. Which was the very oddest compound of several dwellings, streams running in between with bridges over them - all built to look exactly like old cabins with tiny doors (you had to stoop to enter)and one room built on top of another. He only had wooden ladders to ascend from one floor to the next. But hidden behind old wooden cabinet doors would be all the modern conveniences - tv's, telephones, intercoms, automatic gate shutters. I'm telling you, this was strange. Even "the facilities" were in a different building made to look like an old outhouse. So you had to cross the bridges and wind your way thru' the compound to use them. Very surreal. But REALLY fun! And now I have stories to tell!

As usual, here I am taking up space - sorry - kind of,

Searcher

I wanna play! (Given the events in my life during the last few weeks, I'm ready to play anything!!!)

1. I was stung by a really big jellyfish
2. Elvis signed my shirt while I was wearing it
3. I delivered a baby in the back seat of a car


Fifty

Fifty,

I'm guessssssing you did not deliver a baby in the back seat of your car!

Searcher, I've lived such a boring life in comparison. I saw Jack Tripper while vacationing in Hawaii and I thought that was awesome. Geesh.

Fifty, I think it's the one about Elvis.

I'm going to say #1 is the right wrong one. My niece got stung by a small jellyfish and barely survived to tell about it.

Searcher, I love your description of that house. Sounds like the makings of another good story...it was a dark and stormy night and I had to pee REAL bad...now which one of those bridges led to the right building...wait, that's a nightmare!

Eagle, I was waiting for the "big reveal" until somebody got it right. And you are! When I was twelve, I did pick up and place several jellyfish on the seat of an outhouse (a story for another time!) but was very fortunate and did not get stung.

And yep, I met Elvis and he signed the shirt I was wearing.
And yep, I delivered a baby (not my own) in the back seat of a car.

Fifty

Fifty, do you still have the shirt?

And WHY would you put jellyfish on the outhouse seat???? Perhaps splinter protection?

OK - here are mine:

1. I had tea at President and Madame Chaing Kai Shek's summer home in Nationalist China.

2. I went on a dog sled ride with a real 'Musher" in the boondocks of Alaska.

3. I was Miss Colorado in 1965.

Dreamer, this is a hard one, because I don't know you very well yet. I remember that you moved around a bit when you were young, but I don't recall you ever mentioning China. So I'm going to say that #1 is the right wrong one.

#2 sounds fun. And if #3 is true, you'll have to tell-all!