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Fame Is NOT Contagious May 28, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Mindfulness, People.
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220px-TennieldumdeeWhen we lived in South Carolina, people loved to say ~ “It’s not who you are, it’s who you know.”

I found that perspective bemusing.

Much like Alice found Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Are we somebody because we know somebody who is somebody?

Or because we know somebody who met somebody.  Once.  Upon a time.

Are we so preoccupied with fame that we’ve convinced ourselves that a quick brush with “greatness” is all that it takes?

As if fame was somehow contagious.

Hmm . . .

* I met Andy Warhol at Tavern on the Green in NYC ~ will that make me a better pop artist or photographer?

* Orson Bean sent me an air mail letter from Australia because he knew my dad when they were kids ~ will that letter get me a semi-permanent hosting gig on a daytime game show?

* I watched Bruce Hornsby give an impromptu concert outside Wait Chapel at Wake Forest ~ will that improve my skills as a musician?

* I grew up in Bruce Springstein’s backyard, next door to his hometown of Freehold; he later moved to my hometown ~ does that mean he’ll feature me in his next music video or invite me to his 4th of July Picnic?

Cheshire_Cat_Tenniel* Charles Bronson purchased land in Vermont from my grandfather ~ will that give me an in as an actor (or a bobblehead)?

Answers:  No, not likely, nope, not a chance, and no!

Fame is NOT contagious!

A happy fact for Cheshire Cats, like me, who are pleased with our anonymity.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Have you had any brushes with greatness?

Did they have staying power?  You know, like one of Elvis’s famous peanut butter, banana, and mayo sandwiches . . . with bacon!

Related post:  Elvis Kissed Me (Andra Watkins Blog)