Typical Hardee’s slacker customer service. I’d have written a scathing review.
kinda cool....brushes with greatness
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Yeah, 100 percent true. 1/4 chance, but I’ve heard versions of the same story repeatedly from one of the daughters. CSB, I know 2, but only one well.I see Dan Gable doing his thing around town at least every few months. Not quite the same but always interesting to see him just living his life. His daughter told a story once that many years into his career at Iowa he still didn't know how to get to basic common places around town. He was that laser focused on his job, just Carver and home and back.
Also, I'm as notary public as well. Don't mean to brag, but
As mentioned on HBOT the MIL went on a blind date with David Letterman at Ball State. He was not a gentleman and the date ended in under an hour. They had barely made it to the restaurant before he got handsy and she demanded a ride home. Not the best move because according to the MIL he was a little drunk when he picked her up.
Sounds like someone wants a booger in his burger.
When I was about 8, Telly Savalas was sitting in the same lounge at the airport in Minneapolis. Or at least a bald guy was. So yeah, I am a pretty big deal.
Lived in Lincoln Nebraska for a couple years after college. My roommate was the bartender at the downtown embassy suites which had just opened recently. Was down there getting some free drinks from him and lo and behold, sitting across the bar from me was none other than Harrison ford. He was kind of being discreet so I didn’t push anything. He probably noticed me staring at him in awe a couple times and at least gave me an acknowledgment nod. Nothing crazy but pretty random.
You got the Indiana jones nod and smile. That is a cool story indeed.
My claim to fame was nearly meeting Faith Hill. Many years ago I was in Lafayette, LA, for a corporate meeting with the wife. We'd gone to a party which featured approximately 200 drunken Cajuns hitting the dance floor, or, the concrete of the car port. We went back to the Hilton and were waiting for the elevator when I heard a metallic scraping sound. I looked over and saw a bus crawling up the lip of the drive into the parking lot, dragging its underside. Long wait for the elevator, and I'm blitzed. A guy comes up to me and politely tells me the elevator I am in front of is broken. I go full Foghorn Leghorn thanking this kind gentleman for telling me the elevator was broken. I sidestep to the right, and just as I do that I hear a ding, the elevator doors open to my left, and I see Faith Hill sweep into the elevator with a kid over her shoulder and a baby blue blanket over it. The nice guy steps in behind her, and the doors close.
I lost my s**t and was walking up to the front desk to complain that Hill's bodyguard didn't think I was good enough to share an elevator with her, but Mrs. Lucas had ahold of me by the belt and was pulling me back.
To this day I dislike Faith Hill.
I lost my s**t and was walking up to the front desk to complain that Hill's bodyguard didn't think I was good enough to share an elevator with her, but Mrs. Lucas had ahold of me by the belt and was pulling me back.
To this day I dislike Faith Hill.
I probably would have jizzed a little. Indiana Jones / Han Solo in his prime?
I've had a couple golf-related:
Years ago, Oldsmobile used to sponsor a national golf tournament, the Oldsmobile Scramble. They held local qualifiers all over the country, where you brought your own 4 man team. Winners of the local qualifiers advanced to a number of regional qualifiers; at those you brought with you the club pro from where you'd qualified. The winners advanced to the national finals, which were held at Disney World in conjunction with the PGA event there. Roughly 100 teams made it to that; you played 3 days, and about the top 40 made the cut for the final day, in which you also picked up a PGA player.
I live only about an hour from Disney property, so my one year my group decided to play in their local qualifier (due to the size, they advanced a lot more teams to the next round). We won there, picked up one of their club pros, and then one the regional at a nearby course - so we made it to the national. We didn't play very well the first two days & knew we had no realistic chance to make it into the top 40; the club pro, Steve, told us at the end of the 2nd day "let's all meet at Pleasure Island (what was then Disney's "night club" area - a few shops, restaurants, and a handful of bars...it's now been rebranded as Disney Springs). He had a childhood friend who was coming in town & they were planning to get together for some drinks, so he figured he'd bring us along - he said his buddy was loaded, liked to drink, and always picked up the tab, so we were in! We meet up and we're sitting in the saloon-themed bar having a beer. I look over towards the door, and see a guy walk in who's a dead ringer for Fuzzy Zoeller. That guy grabs a beer, starts looking around, then heads over in our direction. Gets to our table, Steve jumps up & they give each other a big hug; Steve says, "guys this is Frank, but everybody's always called him Fuz." They'd grown up together, been best friends since elementary school, played HS golf together. We proceeded to get smashed; last thing I really remember was a waitress coming around dressed up like a gunslinger, with one of those belts that holds bullets like the bad guys wore in old country & western movies - but the "bullets" were shots in the little test tubes. Fuzzy asked her how much, she replied with the price per drink, and he responded, "no not for one, I wanna buy the whole belt - what kind of deal will you cut me?" After that, things were pretty fuzzy for me, too. I'm not at all sure that his nickname came from his initials (Frank Urban Zoeller) - I'm pretty sure it came from his ability to consume booze.
The other was also in the Orlando area. At the time, I was playing a lot & was pretty good; a few buddies and I entered a high level amateur tournament, two days at the Grand Cypress resort, stroke play; a lot of the field was guys playing major college golf, including a few who went on to play on the tour. At the time Grand Cypress had two courses, a resort course and a links course. We went over to play a practice round a week or so before the event, got there really early because we wanted to play both courses. We started out on the links course, and the guy in the pro shop told us that there were a few groups in front of us, that had started about 30 minutes earlier. He indicated that the group immediately in front of us was a twosome; apologized, said we don't normally allow twosomes but they're playing a practice round also. Said he knew both of them, they were really good players, and probably wouldn't hold us up unless they occasionally hit an extra shot or two from somewhere. On about the 5th hole, we caught up to them; it was coming off a short par 5 & the next hole was a tough par 3. They'd just hit their tee shots when we came up to the tee. The twosome was....Mark O'meara and Tiger. Their practice round was because they were headed overseas for the British in a few weeks & were wanting to get some work in on links style layout, bunkers, etc.
Years ago, Oldsmobile used to sponsor a national golf tournament, the Oldsmobile Scramble. They held local qualifiers all over the country, where you brought your own 4 man team. Winners of the local qualifiers advanced to a number of regional qualifiers; at those you brought with you the club pro from where you'd qualified. The winners advanced to the national finals, which were held at Disney World in conjunction with the PGA event there. Roughly 100 teams made it to that; you played 3 days, and about the top 40 made the cut for the final day, in which you also picked up a PGA player.
I live only about an hour from Disney property, so my one year my group decided to play in their local qualifier (due to the size, they advanced a lot more teams to the next round). We won there, picked up one of their club pros, and then one the regional at a nearby course - so we made it to the national. We didn't play very well the first two days & knew we had no realistic chance to make it into the top 40; the club pro, Steve, told us at the end of the 2nd day "let's all meet at Pleasure Island (what was then Disney's "night club" area - a few shops, restaurants, and a handful of bars...it's now been rebranded as Disney Springs). He had a childhood friend who was coming in town & they were planning to get together for some drinks, so he figured he'd bring us along - he said his buddy was loaded, liked to drink, and always picked up the tab, so we were in! We meet up and we're sitting in the saloon-themed bar having a beer. I look over towards the door, and see a guy walk in who's a dead ringer for Fuzzy Zoeller. That guy grabs a beer, starts looking around, then heads over in our direction. Gets to our table, Steve jumps up & they give each other a big hug; Steve says, "guys this is Frank, but everybody's always called him Fuz." They'd grown up together, been best friends since elementary school, played HS golf together. We proceeded to get smashed; last thing I really remember was a waitress coming around dressed up like a gunslinger, with one of those belts that holds bullets like the bad guys wore in old country & western movies - but the "bullets" were shots in the little test tubes. Fuzzy asked her how much, she replied with the price per drink, and he responded, "no not for one, I wanna buy the whole belt - what kind of deal will you cut me?" After that, things were pretty fuzzy for me, too. I'm not at all sure that his nickname came from his initials (Frank Urban Zoeller) - I'm pretty sure it came from his ability to consume booze.
The other was also in the Orlando area. At the time, I was playing a lot & was pretty good; a few buddies and I entered a high level amateur tournament, two days at the Grand Cypress resort, stroke play; a lot of the field was guys playing major college golf, including a few who went on to play on the tour. At the time Grand Cypress had two courses, a resort course and a links course. We went over to play a practice round a week or so before the event, got there really early because we wanted to play both courses. We started out on the links course, and the guy in the pro shop told us that there were a few groups in front of us, that had started about 30 minutes earlier. He indicated that the group immediately in front of us was a twosome; apologized, said we don't normally allow twosomes but they're playing a practice round also. Said he knew both of them, they were really good players, and probably wouldn't hold us up unless they occasionally hit an extra shot or two from somewhere. On about the 5th hole, we caught up to them; it was coming off a short par 5 & the next hole was a tough par 3. They'd just hit their tee shots when we came up to the tee. The twosome was....Mark O'meara and Tiger. Their practice round was because they were headed overseas for the British in a few weeks & were wanting to get some work in on links style layout, bunkers, etc.
They asked him "what's it like in Munich right now?" and he started talking about the weather. To be fair, he is a native Iowan.
very cool stories in this thread. i had a near "brush" with greatness when i sat in a car passenger seat right after anna kournikova stepped out of the vehicle. i like to imagine the seat was still warm. we are talking peak kournikova.
To think those guys in mission control back during the Apollo program were in their 20s is unreal. Kids in their 20s now generally need a safe space from words.
IIRC, though, when the reporter clarified that they meant the terrorist attack, didn’t Gable look confused as though he hadn’t even heard about it? Or do I remember that wrong?
Oh I looked like a fool as I just stared at him for the first five minutes with my jaw dropped. The rest of the time was me pretending to look away while staring at him out of the corner of my eye.
I saw Steven Tyler and entourage at Disney World in the mid 90s.
Met Dusty Rhodes at either a Denny's or Ihop on I-4 in central FL. Dude was super friendly and we chatted for like 10 minutes in the parking lot. This was in the 80s. I was starstruck.
Not as exciting as Hank, but we went to Day One of the World of Sid and Marty Kroft back in the day. My wife spied Bob Denver ( you young'uns need to look up Maynard G. Krebs or Gilligan's Island) sitting on a bench. He let us sit next to him for about 5 minutes, but never even acknowledged our interest in him.
The movie Beautiful Girls was being shot near our place on Nicollet Island in Minneapolis. Went out to watch despite the chilly night. Matt Dillon saw me standing on the sidewalk and invited me into the warming tent. Sipped hot tea with Dillon and Uma Thurman. Saw Dillon a couple nights later at a nearby restaurant and he said "Hey man, how are ya? a little warmer in here huh?". The look on the faces of the people I was with was priceless.
As a yute my family went to DC on vacation. We were in the capital building and walking up the stairwell. I opened the door and walked right into Ted Kennedy. He was grumpy and had security. My dad got all giddy and said "Good morning Senator!" I had no idea who he was.
A Girl friend moved out to LA and some buddies and I went out there to party in '96. She asked if we wanted to go to a birthday party with her. We asked who's party and she said "My friend Jay, or you probably know him as Jam Master Jay from RUN DMC." We arrived early to this little hole in the wall club. When we walk in Leo DiCaprio is sitting alone at the bar. She gives him a hug and says " Leo these are my friends from Iowa." He just finished up making a movie called Titanic. He was cool and shook all our hands and told us to enjoy LA.
As we move through the bar we run into mighty mighty boss tones. and my buddy who was in a band at the time starts talking to them. I head to the smoking section outback which is like an atrium. I ran right into Alanis Morrissette. She looked up to me (She's like 5'2) and gave me the hardest F-Me eyes, I swear I could have hooked up with her.
As I'm sitting there smoking I notice all these smoke shows staring at me and laughing. I was a little embarrassed then I see Dave Navarro bend over and look at me and nod and laugh. At the time I had shoulder length hair and a devils goatee just like him.
Beastie Boys were there as well but I wasn't able to meet them.
A couple years later that same girl friend moved to Chicago and worked at David Schwimmers Sushi restaurant/Dance Club. I hung out with David for a whole night just him and I and like 4 girls. He didn't need to act in Friends. That is him in real life. Totally nice guy just kind of a goober.
Few years later I was living in SF and came back to Mason City for the holidays. They were filming a movie there. Karen Black was one of the stars and the two of us sat at a table and talked about her time in SF for like an hour.
I would see movie stars all the time in SF. Notably LL Cool Jay and Chris Klein were filming Roller Ball in our neighborhood. Got a nod from LL. Wife left a puddle.
A Girl friend moved out to LA and some buddies and I went out there to party in '96. She asked if we wanted to go to a birthday party with her. We asked who's party and she said "My friend Jay, or you probably know him as Jam Master Jay from RUN DMC." We arrived early to this little hole in the wall club. When we walk in Leo DiCaprio is sitting alone at the bar. She gives him a hug and says " Leo these are my friends from Iowa." He just finished up making a movie called Titanic. He was cool and shook all our hands and told us to enjoy LA.
As we move through the bar we run into mighty mighty boss tones. and my buddy who was in a band at the time starts talking to them. I head to the smoking section outback which is like an atrium. I ran right into Alanis Morrissette. She looked up to me (She's like 5'2) and gave me the hardest F-Me eyes, I swear I could have hooked up with her.
As I'm sitting there smoking I notice all these smoke shows staring at me and laughing. I was a little embarrassed then I see Dave Navarro bend over and look at me and nod and laugh. At the time I had shoulder length hair and a devils goatee just like him.
Beastie Boys were there as well but I wasn't able to meet them.
A couple years later that same girl friend moved to Chicago and worked at David Schwimmers Sushi restaurant/Dance Club. I hung out with David for a whole night just him and I and like 4 girls. He didn't need to act in Friends. That is him in real life. Totally nice guy just kind of a goober.
Few years later I was living in SF and came back to Mason City for the holidays. They were filming a movie there. Karen Black was one of the stars and the two of us sat at a table and talked about her time in SF for like an hour.
I would see movie stars all the time in SF. Notably LL Cool Jay and Chris Klein were filming Roller Ball in our neighborhood. Got a nod from LL. Wife left a puddle.
When I was younger - high school age - Dusty owned some property in my hometown where he raised cattle. He was frequently around town at various restaurants and the local hardware store.
Didn't mention it earlier, but I know the Rotunda family pretty well & have done some accounting & financial work for them. Also know the Bellamy Brothers, they were born & raised in my hometown & still live here. Over the last few years they've had a reality tv show, Honky Tonk Ranch; a few times they've popped into one of the local restaurants with some of the guest stars. There's a waiter at one of them who used to perform on Broadway; one evening wife & I were in there and the Brothers came in with Tanya Tucker - who ended up singing a duet with the waiter, with the house band playing backup.
Muhammad Ali shuffled past me at O'Hare in 2005.
I squeezed past Jeff Healey and his handlers on my way out of a restroom at a dive bar in the early 90s.
I squeezed past Jeff Healey and his handlers on my way out of a restroom at a dive bar in the early 90s.
Not a big name but a fun story. Earth, Wind & Fire several years back at Treasure Island in Minnesota. After the show some of the band walked thru the lobby and people were Thanking them, saying great show etc.
I saw Ralph Johnson (the original drummer who now sings with the guys out front) and said "Hey Ralph, great to see a drummer finally get out in the spotlight!". He grinned and walked over saying "How'd you know that?". I told him that I was a drummer so I recognized him. He said..."You still play? Come here"...and walked me outside.
He hops onto the bus and comes back out with something. He'd just released an instruction book for drummers and wanted to show it to me. We sat down on a bench, flipped through some pages, did a few exercises and he showed me some technique stuff. We talked drums for 10-15 minutes. Eventually he got the "come on we gotta go" wave from somebody on the bus. He autographed the book, gave me a hug and said "Thanks man, that was fun. The road can be boring."
What a gas.
I saw Ralph Johnson (the original drummer who now sings with the guys out front) and said "Hey Ralph, great to see a drummer finally get out in the spotlight!". He grinned and walked over saying "How'd you know that?". I told him that I was a drummer so I recognized him. He said..."You still play? Come here"...and walked me outside.
He hops onto the bus and comes back out with something. He'd just released an instruction book for drummers and wanted to show it to me. We sat down on a bench, flipped through some pages, did a few exercises and he showed me some technique stuff. We talked drums for 10-15 minutes. Eventually he got the "come on we gotta go" wave from somebody on the bus. He autographed the book, gave me a hug and said "Thanks man, that was fun. The road can be boring."
What a gas.
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Using the ATM at the old Holiday Inn in the ped mall, someone got in line behind me as it was starting to spit out my cash, turned around and it was Clyde Drexler, just exchanged a quick how ya doin and went about my business. One of my buddies that was standing nearby kinda froze for a sec before we snapped him out of it, he was more impressed with being that close to him than the rest of us were I guess.
As a cool side note, my uncle was a Navy test pilot and applied to be a part of the Apollo program but was too tall.
He ended up getting shot down in Vietnam in 72
Played in Charity scrambles with Iowa “celebs”, Former Hawk players, Cyclone,Drake etc. About all I got.
A lot of Iowa players could post in here about losing to national champions?
I walked past Evander Holyfield at MGM on his way to fight Tyson the night his ear was bit off. For some reason he walked through the gaming area with his entourage.
