A Famous Person I met

Now, there’s a list.

I’ve met dozens of famous generals.

I’ve met several singers. But since I was on their Protective Services Team, they treated us like furniture, which was fine with us. There was an exception to that (no names), and she was such a witch that by day two of that assignment I was ready to go find a terrorist and beg them to take a shot at her.

I’ve also met several actors and actresses. Mostly, they’re good people. Some stand out more than others.

I’ve also provided protective service details for several senators and congressmen. Many of them (and I don’t care which side of the aisle they were on) were very nice and appreciative of us and took the time to get to know us. Some were a lot of fun. One of them, who will also go nameless, died owing me $1.25 in poker losses. I don’t care to collect.

I’ve never met a President or an Astronaut. While I wouldn’t cross the street to meet a President, I would go out of my way to meet an Astronaut. Unfortunately, most of the ones I’d want to meet (like John Glenn or Jim Lovell) are dead.

So, if we’re talking about a famous person who stands out, it happened when I was with the Sheriff’s office.

It was early spring, and we got a call about a cabin break-in that had occurred over the winter. I responded and met the owner. While I’m taking the report, he gives me a cup of coffee. I thought I knew the RP, and his voice was familiar. And even though he’d told me his name, meeting him in such an unexpected setting kind of threw me.

And he looked so ordinary.

After about ten minutes, I realized who the RP was. The RP was singer Kenny Rogers