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My Brush with Greatness

 
Before he became a superstar, but was well on his way, Steve Martin had a late '70s comedy tour.
He played at the Kiel Opera House in St Louis.   Opening for him was John Sebastian, and John McEuen
--one of the founding members of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and a movie producer as well.

This was when Martin's act consisted of playing his banjo/arrow-through-the-head/"Well--ex-CUUUUUUUUUUSE ME!"
He was great. Someone mentioned to me and my girlfriend (soon-to-be ex-wife, man the years FLY by)
that Steve was signing autographs at the Stage Door. As soon as he exited the stage, we hurried out and around the building.

Somehow, I'll never know how or why, the door was OPEN. As soon as we entered, some flunky asked what
we were doing there. "We're here to see Steve Martin!" was all it took; we stayed, and the flunky locked the door.
After ten minutes, with about two dozen other lucky folks, Steve walked in, carrying his banjo case.

He stopped and shook hands and signed a few autographs. I'll never forget my turn: I'm five foot six,
and I was shocked to see his fully white-haired head from ABOVE. He was very gracious and grateful
and smiled the whole time, but then left just as quickly.
 B. Tnik
 



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