I thought it might be fun to share our "Brush with fame because of swimming" stories, below you'll find mine, please share yours
When I got married in 1987 my wife and I met went on a Carnival Cruise honeymoon to the bahama's. We were sitting by the pool on the ship, there was a couple beside us, a tall blonde woman and her husband. Debbie and Rick. Ends up she was a competitive swimmer in high school (she said she did the 50 in 23) So we started talking and really hit it off with them. We wound up hanging around them a lot and changed dining tables. Debbie told us that she worked for Doctor Arnold Klein in Beverly Hills and that she knew Michael Jackson. Debbie was smart witty and funny. At the end of the cruise we had such a good time that we exchanged addresses and phone numbers. In August 1987 my wife and I flew out to LA to visit them and see the town. They let us stay in their apartment for the weekend, Rick showed us around town on Friday. We went out to dinner each night. Saturday they loaned us one of their cars and let us drive around town, Beth and I went to Disneyland and Muscle Beach. We had a great time. The last time I spoke with Debbie was in 1991 and she told me that she and Rick had gotten a divorce. Needless to say I was floored when I read an article in 1996 that said Debbie was having Michael Jackson's baby.
I saw Debbie on TV last night and it doesn't look like she's been swimming much lately.
Ande
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gigi
My connect with Buster Crabbe was not so many years ago. I got a call asking if I could organize some guys to take an outrigger canoe off the Kihei, Maui coastline early the next morning to scatter some ashes, a service we provided free to any who asked. This was a no frills affair, no minister, no music, no flowers, with just a couple of people in attendance. Only after returning to the beach was I told that the "guest of honor" was Buster Crabbe.
Now THAT is an honor and "cool" (I'm at a loss for a better word)! I'm 39 and certainly know that name.:applaud:
gigi
My connect with Buster Crabbe was not so many years ago. I got a call asking if I could organize some guys to take an outrigger canoe off the Kihei, Maui coastline early the next morning to scatter some ashes, a service we provided free to any who asked. This was a no frills affair, no minister, no music, no flowers, with just a couple of people in attendance. Only after returning to the beach was I told that the "guest of honor" was Buster Crabbe.
Now THAT is an honor and "cool" (I'm at a loss for a better word)! I'm 39 and certainly know that name.:applaud:
