Somewhere, buried under piles of unorganized photos, there is a photo of me and Merv Griffin. Merv had come to town to tout the purchase of an Albuquerque hotel. My husband was writing for a business newspaper that was covering the event. I got to tag along to the celebration that was thrown at the hotel. That was my first time to see ice sculptures. Sometime during the evening, my husband asked Mr. Griffin if he could take his photo for the paper, and I even got to get in the picture. He was such a charmer. Looking at the photo, you would have thought we were long lost pals.
(I actually got down my plastic box of photos from the closet and tried to find the picture of me with Merv Griffin; all I could find was this one with the ice sculpture. I think this was about 1995.)
|The first time I had ever seen ice sculptures on a table.|
If I were to get to meet a celebrity today, I'm not sure who I would choose. I care less and less about celebrities the older I get. These days (and I may sound like an old, cranky, geezeress), people become celebrities for no reason, or because they have money. And they don't stay celebrities for very long either.
I hear Robert Duvall is very nice in person. I would shake his hand.