It had to happen. It has to happen. It's the law of averages (whatever the heck that means). As I've gone through my short 46 years of life (short considering I plan to make it to 130), I've managed to meet or stumble into celebrities of all kinds — most of them I can't remember. These are the ones I remember:

While I was at the Kauai Surf Hotel (Hawaii) in the mid 70s, I literally bumped into Brian Keith. He's been dead a few years.

In the late 90s, I met Dan Akroyd, Marie Osmond and Tim Allen when I accompanied some Marines to the studios to be part of the studio audience. I remember them but I doubt they remember me. Dan Akroyd and Tim Allen were filming the pilot to "Soul Man", a TV show that didn't take off like "Home Improvement". I don't remember what Marie Osmond was doing.

Sometime in the last 10 years, I found out that a lady that used to come over to my house all the time in Phoenix was the aunt of Lou Diamond Philips. She used to tell us when she was headed to Oxnard, California. Apparently, that's where he lived. Anyway, he's played Mexicans and Native Americans and such in movies and on TV, but he's Filipino. In fact, he was born at the former Subic Bay Naval Station, not far from where I live now. She kept asking if I and the wife would like to go visit with her, but I was always too busy to take a trip. I'm not busy now but I don't think hobnobbing with the big dogs is worth the cost of a couple of plane tickets round-trip to the US. I have pictures of him, her and his mother somewhere around here (packed in a box I'm sure).

Back in August, I and my wife had pictures taken with Redford White, a Filipino actor, while we were at LAX. They came out really bad, or I'd post them here.

I have no doubt that I'll bump into more in the future. What have I learned? They're just like me. They get paid a hell of a lot more than me, but they're still just like me.