Les wrote: >>I ducked out of my Project office around 7.30am to the coffee shop next door. Given >the early hour I was desparate for a caffiene kick. A long way from paying attention >to what I was doing, I hurtled through the door to the shop only to collide full body >with the very splendid Brendan Fraser<<
Les, You lucky boy! That's a good story. Here's my 2 seconds: I once handed Rita Moreno a cocktail (rum and coke, I think) at a premiere party in NYC because it was too crowded and I was closer to the bar. When I was a kid, my dad was a physician. His practice was in rural Maine, and William Hurt brought his son in to the office one time. He accepted an invitation to the house for dinner, and came back a few months later with his son and Marlee Matlin (whom he was dating at the time). They had both just finished "Children of a Lesser God", which she later won an Oscar for. We played baseball, rode the tractor, and the best line of the day was from my mother: when asked by WHurt if she would pass the guacamole, she replied "Get it yourself. Nobody's a movie star in my house!" Reuben
