kukla_red: (Morning Glory)
Just because I wanted to write these down somewhere before they slip away.

Sitting squished in between Tom and Steve Chapin with their father behind me at the songwriters' workshop in Huntington, NY in late 1973 or early 1974 while Harry sang his new song, "Cats in the Cradle" and then getting REALLY squashed when Harry leaped over to hug his dad (with me in the middle) because his dad was crying about the song.  "Nooo Dad!  The song's not about you!!"

Walking down the street in NYC and looking up to find myself eyeball to eyeball with Brian Dennehy.  He smiled at me, I smiled at him and we went on our separate ways.

Walking down another street in NYC and finding myself walking side by side with Deborah Harry.  She looked at me and I said "Nice to see you around" and she said (in a very throaty and amused voice) "Nice to still be around!"

Chatting and telling jokes with Vera Wang at the NYC to Washington DC American Airlines shuttle while we waited for our flight to be ready.  She and her assistant were wrestling with a gigantic garment bag containing a wedding gown for a "very special" client in DC.  Wish I knew who it was for!

Running to catch up with my high school art history class in NYC at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and slamming head first into Dick Cavett and knocking him flat on his ass.  He was very kind after I picked him up and apologized profusely.  He walked me back to my dumbstruck class and wished me "good day and keep your head up!"

Another Harry memory - going to see him at the Kleinhans Music Hall in Buffalo, NY when I was in my freshman year at SUNY/Buffalo.  He spotted me from the stage and stopped the show to ask me if I was now his designated groupie and was going to follow him all around the country.  He was amazed that I was in college - he'd known me since I was 12 or 13.  Harry gave the bests hugs in the world.

Going to dinner with my friend Randi and a friend of hers after we saw Patrick Stewart in The Tempest on Broadway.  On a frigid winter Sunday night there was hardly anything open but we spotted a place with a lit awning and we grabbed it.  It was Giambelli's 50th and we could not figure out why we were getting star treatment.  Roses at our table, special menu created for us by the chef, an invitation to have champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries at the bar with the owner - and no bill for any of this!  Not until we were leaving did the mystery clear  up.  As the lovely owner helped us into our cab, he said to me "I hope you will come again soon, Ms. Najimy and bring more of your charming friends".  He thought I was Kathy Najimy.  I still don't think I look like her, but we had a hell of a night.  I still feel like I owe her dinner.

Walking down 45th Street in NYC on my way to see a show and getting knocked to my knees by a man flying down the street with the longest legs I've ever seen.  He turned around and shouted an apology and I saw that I had been slammed by Jason Robards on his way to perform in "Moon For the Misbegotten" with Colleen Dewhurst. 

I've got more of these but that's enough for now.
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Just because I wanted to write these down somewhere before they slip away.

Sitting squished in between Tom and Steve Chapin with their father behind me at the songwriters' workshop in Huntington, NY in late 1973 or early 1974 while Harry sang his new song, "Cats in the Cradle" and then getting REALLY squashed when Harry leaped over to hug his dad (with me in the middle) because his dad was crying about the song.  "Nooo Dad!  The song's not about you!!"

Walking down the street in NYC and looking up to find myself eyeball to eyeball with Brian Dennehy.  He smiled at me, I smiled at him and we went on our separate ways.

Walking down another street in NYC and finding myself walking side by side with Deborah Harry.  She looked at me and I said "Nice to see you around" and she said (in a very throaty and amused voice) "Nice to still be around!"

Chatting and telling jokes with Vera Wang at the NYC to Washington DC American Airlines shuttle while we waited for our flight to be ready.  She and her assistant were wrestling with a gigantic garment bag containing a wedding gown for a "very special" client in DC.  Wish I knew who it was for!

Running to catch up with my high school art history class in NYC at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and slamming head first into Dick Cavett and knocking him flat on his ass.  He was very kind after I picked him up and apologized profusely.  He walked me back to my dumbstruck class and wished me "good day and keep your head up!"

Another Harry memory - going to see him at the Kleinhans Music Hall in Buffalo, NY when I was in my freshman year at SUNY/Buffalo.  He spotted me from the stage and stopped the show to ask me if I was now his designated groupie and was going to follow him all around the country.  He was amazed that I was in college - he'd known me since I was 12 or 13.  Harry gave the bests hugs in the world.

Going to dinner with my friend Randi and a friend of hers after we saw Patrick Stewart in The Tempest on Broadway.  On a frigid winter Sunday night there was hardly anything open but we spotted a place with a lit awning and we grabbed it.  It was Giambelli's 50th and we could not figure out why we were getting star treatment.  Roses at our table, special menu created for us by the chef, an invitation to have champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries at the bar with the owner - and no bill for any of this!  Not until we were leaving did the mystery clear  up.  As the lovely owner helped us into our cab, he said to me "I hope you will come again soon, Ms. Najimy and bring more of your charming friends".  He thought I was Kathy Najimy.  I still don't think I look like her, but we had a hell of a night.  I still feel like I owe her dinner.

Walking down 45th Street in NYC on my way to see a show and getting knocked to my knees by a man flying down the street with the longest legs I've ever seen.  He turned around and shouted an apology and I saw that I had been slammed by Jason Robards on his way to perform in "Moon For the Misbegotten" with Colleen Dewhurst. 

I've got more of these but that's enough for now.

To June

Jan. 10th, 2008 10:15 am
kukla_red: (Default)
I just received word of the passing of a dear wonderful woman.  June was another mother to me when I needed one, a grandmother to my children at a terribly painful time of our lives.  June always seemed young - full of energy, love and life.  Always there with a pan of lasagna, a hug or some words of wisdom - whatever was necessary.

June died this morning, at home, surrounded by her family.  She was much loved in life and she will be much missed now.  I will never forget her and neither will anyone else whose life she touched.

To June

Jan. 10th, 2008 10:15 am
kukla_red: (Default)
I just received word of the passing of a dear wonderful woman.  June was another mother to me when I needed one, a grandmother to my children at a terribly painful time of our lives.  June always seemed young - full of energy, love and life.  Always there with a pan of lasagna, a hug or some words of wisdom - whatever was necessary.

June died this morning, at home, surrounded by her family.  She was much loved in life and she will be much missed now.  I will never forget her and neither will anyone else whose life she touched.

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