I thought I have been so serious in my past few blogs that I would tell you something unusual about me. This still may be too but I think you will find it interesting. Now what I am about to tell you only a very few people close to me know. Not sure if you would call it a paranoia or an eccentricity.

You see I am afraid of celebrities. Now I have reasons – so hear me out. When I was in high school in the mid 1970s, I went with a friend and her family to a theater in the round in Chicago. Bob Crane was performing.  I was excited. I had watched and loved Hogan’s Heroes. At the end of the show he signed autographs. We all got in line. When it was my turn, he signed my program and kissed me and told me I was lovely. I had not asked him to and he had not done that anyone ahead of me or my friend after me. Well, I looked a lot different then and older than my age. And that was that, until a couple years later when someone murder him. It shook me a bit to hear it. But, I was okay. Then comes junior year in college at WMU.  Harry Chapin came to Miller Auditorium right on campus. We girls went. One friend said if you stood in line for an autograph after the show he kissed all the women that came up. So needless to say we did. He died in a car crash a couple years later.

Not sure why these two deaths effected me the way they did, but they did. Maybe because both their deaths were of a violent nature. Maybe it had something to do with my dad dying when I was six. Or, because I could not seem to keep a pet. They would die or just disappear. Whatever the reason, I decide I would not on purpose try to meet or go near a celebrity ever again. I go to concerts and shows and keep my distance. All goes fine. I have taken my children in lines to meet or get an autograph from someone. I live in a small town so I do not have to worry to much about this. However, I would like to hope I am over it. I will let you all know how it goes if I ever come in contact with one I like again.

I hope you enjoyed this little peak into my weirdness (I guess). It felt good for me to write it and like something I needed to do.