I'm just a kid spending the weekend at Napa's Silverado Country Club when I glance up from collecting lost golf balls when I see this mustached man who recently caused a stir, posing nearly nude in a centerfold. I feel dizzy seeing him in real life. He and his girlfriend, Dinah Shore are chatting with James Brolin about appaloosas when I asked him for his autograph.
I am giddy with excitement when he scribbles his name down for me, but am horrified by what I see. His name isn't legible at all. The kids in school won't believe that I actually got his autograph!
In my childhood brilliance, I rewrite his name over and over again until I write the way I imagine his signature to look. I carry his autograph inside a sandwich baggy to protect it on my way to school to show my friends. They stand around the tetherball pole staring at his neat penmanship with envy while his real autograph is wadded up in a heap of rubble inside the garbage can.
4 comments:
How funny,Shawn! Too bad you threw the real one away...
that's hilarious! Too bad ebay wasn't around then. ;o)
Hey Shawn, the closest I ever came to a celebrity autograph was George Lindsey, the guy that played Goober on Andy Griffith. He lent his name to some steakhouses way back in the day, and my folks took us there for dinner to see him. When I asked him for his autograph, he was such a jerk, that after I got it, I tore it out of my autograph book and threw it away! your autograph story is way better though, only you Shawn!
Dave
ha! just in the fact that you carried your own handwritten scrowl in a sandwich bag to protect it... is pretty creative!! And how cute are you, not to ask for James Brolin's or Dinah's Shore's autograph!
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