Message Board Celebrity Of The Day (Part I) - papalovesmambo — Page 120

bgirl - oh, yes! I went up and stayed a few days with her during the San Francisco run of AIDA (before I knew Cheeze was right around the corner!), and then she actually stayed at my mother's place in Arizona during that run.

DG...my fairy godfather! You're finally a celebrity! I'm so proud you finally made it to this day.

*hugs*

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Smart - it was actually part of an exhibition at the Petersen Automotive Museum in LA called "French Curves" - and it is BEAUTIFUL in person!

Shira - I hope that Manny is still keeping an eye on you

YAY, DG!!!!! And you brought the classic avatar back. Congratulations, and I am so proud of you. You deserve this and may your reign be a great one.

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A question, favorite place to see a sun set?

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Actor you are most looking forward to see this spring in a non-musical presentation on Broadway...

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Happy DG Day!

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DG, one of my favorite, early memories of getting to know you was when we took a walk down memory lane about how much we loved libraries... The libraries of our youth!

Who knew that our little thread about our shared childhood experiences would give birth to so many amazing connections and friendships.

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Well that sounds like a wonderful encounter!

I've drained a glass of champagne with him near Rodeo Drive... Two, in fact!

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Actor you are most looking forward to see this spring in a non-musical presentation on Broadway...

Well, Patrick Wilson, of course! And believe it or not, that would be my answer even if someone else had asked

If you were a tree, what tree would you be and why?

An Aspen - mostly because there really isn't such a thing as a lone Aspen - they form colonies that are connected through the root systems. I like the fact that they exist at higher altitudes, closer to the sun, and the green of their new-growth leaves and the bright yellow-gold of their autumn presentation are two of the most vibrant colors I've ever seen in nature. Also, even though their 'quaking' leaves make them look constantly alive and buzzing, they're incredibly stable in the ground because of the connected root systems.

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Em - I remember that, and I still feel that way! I believe we are made up of the physical manifestation of what we feel (which is why I think people can cause a lot of their sicknesses) - so to apologize for that is basically apologizing for your own existence, and NO ONE should feel that need - ever.

Addy - so much has come from that little thread, I can't even really wrap my head around it. Connections that have crossed boundaries that I didn't even know I had, at times, and helpful hearts when they were needed the most. And I think there's a part of me that will always stay safely within that library of our youths - when you could still smell the card catalogues!

SOMMS - if I actually had you on the porch with a bottle of Scotch at sunset, . . .well, we'd have a really good time

"If you had to pick your greatest personal "hero" who would it be?"

I mentioned him earlier, but I'm always happy to bring him up again - my mother's father. His name was Frank, and when he met people he'd say, "If you be honest with me, I'll be Frank with you." It always made me laugh - but mostly because I knew he was telling the truth.

As far as I know, and I pretty much know everything about him, he lived a completely honorable existence. I don't know of any time that he consciously (or probably even sub-consciously) hurt anyone. He came from Dutch farm country in Iowa, and lived his entire life by the principles of honest intent. The Golden Rule for him was very real.

He was a lover of all things artistic, although he wasn't a creator himself - except for woodworking. He was a master craftsman - with perfect attention to detail. He believed in taking the time to do something well.

He played golf, but mostly because he liked the setting and being outdoors - and he played a full round almost every day up until he died at 89.

I never saw him lose his temper. I saw him get angry about things, but he always wanted to know what could be done to change things, not sit and stew about them. He was a perfect father and husband. His wife, who was actually much younger than he, died unexpectedly ten years before he did. He would cry every day after that. I told him once that I was sorry he felt so sad, and he said he didn't cry because he was sad, but because of all the beautiful memories that he had to cherish.

He was the person who taught me how to see the flowers growing through the cracks in the pavement - that nature and beauty always find a way. He was the one who taught me how to be silent and still.

The only eulogy I've ever given in my life was his - and it's one of the proudest moments of my life - the opportunity to commemorate, celebrate and share all the wonderful qualities that he manifested in his life.

I will do no better than to end up in a place and in a way that he would have understood.

If you could have over for dinner one person, living or dead, who would it be, and what would you serve for them?

Henry David Thoreau.

I’d like to take a long walk through the wilderness with him, and gather what we could eat along the way (perhaps sneaking into an orchard or garden on the way home,) and then fix up whatever we found while sitting around a fire, drinking wine and talking about what we’ve learned from nature.