No Particular thing to say
I am staring the keyboard with no idea of what I am about to write but let’s see what happens, OK? As Mr. Roger would always say, “Come with me.” I miss him and his sweater. I miss Bob Hope, too. I met him once. I was at Western Illinois University and it was Parent’s Weekend. Bob Hope was going to be on campus, as well as Dan Walker, the then democratic Governor of Illinois. I called my mother and told her. She was unimpressed. I went to the ground breaking of a new library and I shook hands with the Governor, apparently that is why he came. I called my mom again, she was still unimpressed (She was a Republican.). “Call me when you meet Bob Hope”, she said.
At halftime of the football game that Saturday, Bob Hope came out onto the field. After his performance, he was driven by golf cart back to the University Union, where he, and the Governor, were staying (there was a hotel on the 4rth floor.) My boyfriend and I went after him like Lucy and Ethel would have done. We couldn’t get to the 4rth floor on the elevator as you needed a key, so we took the stairs only to find the door out of the stair case locked to the floor we wanted to be on. We sat at the top of the stairs to pout and almost immediately, someone came out of that door and ran down the stairs. I put my hand back and grabbed the door to keep it from closing. We were in. Now all we needed was to find Mr. Hope’s room.
We went to the Presidential Suite but the Governor was staying there. As we were walking away from that suite, we ran into another couple on the exact same mission only THEY knew which room he was in! Their problem was that they were afraid to knock on the door. “Hell, I’ll do it!’ I said in an instant. And knock I did. A pleasant gentleman answered the door and we asked if Mr. Hope was in. He said, “Yes, just a moment.” Bob Hope came to the door and invited us into his hotel room. It was amazing. He was only about 3 feet tall but it was amazing. We heard cheering from the radio as he was listening to Western’s game and watching it from his window. The cheering made him go back to the window to see what happened. He let us all watch the game from his window. It was amazing. I even got his autograph for my mother but SHE LOST IT! It was signed, "To Barbara, With Love, Bob Hope"...and she lost it.
Talking about the staircase reminded me of the time I was arrested at the Sears Tower but I will have to tell you later, Seinfeld is on. OH! I almost forgot, they rescheduled court for 9:00 am Friday morning.
I am staring the keyboard with no idea of what I am about to write but let’s see what happens, OK? As Mr. Roger would always say, “Come with me.” I miss him and his sweater. I miss Bob Hope, too. I met him once. I was at Western Illinois University and it was Parent’s Weekend. Bob Hope was going to be on campus, as well as Dan Walker, the then democratic Governor of Illinois. I called my mother and told her. She was unimpressed. I went to the ground breaking of a new library and I shook hands with the Governor, apparently that is why he came. I called my mom again, she was still unimpressed (She was a Republican.). “Call me when you meet Bob Hope”, she said.
At halftime of the football game that Saturday, Bob Hope came out onto the field. After his performance, he was driven by golf cart back to the University Union, where he, and the Governor, were staying (there was a hotel on the 4rth floor.) My boyfriend and I went after him like Lucy and Ethel would have done. We couldn’t get to the 4rth floor on the elevator as you needed a key, so we took the stairs only to find the door out of the stair case locked to the floor we wanted to be on. We sat at the top of the stairs to pout and almost immediately, someone came out of that door and ran down the stairs. I put my hand back and grabbed the door to keep it from closing. We were in. Now all we needed was to find Mr. Hope’s room.
We went to the Presidential Suite but the Governor was staying there. As we were walking away from that suite, we ran into another couple on the exact same mission only THEY knew which room he was in! Their problem was that they were afraid to knock on the door. “Hell, I’ll do it!’ I said in an instant. And knock I did. A pleasant gentleman answered the door and we asked if Mr. Hope was in. He said, “Yes, just a moment.” Bob Hope came to the door and invited us into his hotel room. It was amazing. He was only about 3 feet tall but it was amazing. We heard cheering from the radio as he was listening to Western’s game and watching it from his window. The cheering made him go back to the window to see what happened. He let us all watch the game from his window. It was amazing. I even got his autograph for my mother but SHE LOST IT! It was signed, "To Barbara, With Love, Bob Hope"...and she lost it.
Talking about the staircase reminded me of the time I was arrested at the Sears Tower but I will have to tell you later, Seinfeld is on. OH! I almost forgot, they rescheduled court for 9:00 am Friday morning.
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:19 PM
3 Comments:
I was arrested in Mexico once...long, long ago...
I was arrested in Wisconsin. It's was too boring to not break the law.
I miss Mr. Rogers, he was cool.
Love,
The other Barbara
You know what? That reminds me of the time my ex and I went to Alpine Valley for a Bob Dylan concert, Tom Petty opened for him. As we were driving to the venue, there was a flatbed on a corner with some "good ol' boys" on it. Turned out they were cops looking down into the cars for beer. They spotted the ex's Lite beer and when we went to make that right turn into Alpine Valley, the cops said to go straight, there was a barn set up as a jail. The "good ol' boys" were radioing ahead which cars had beer in them. That was a bitch. We had planned on spending the night in a hotel but the fine took our hotel money. :(
Meg
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