He took it and dialed the number, but found it wasn't the Larry Fine he was hoping for the lady on the other end (who was the mother of a boy with the same name) gave him the number for the Motion Picture Country Home, where the Stooge lived. Tom Bergeron writes about a similar anecdote in his autobiography I'M HOSTING AS FAST AS I CAN, about how, as a teenager home alone, he had a whim to try to call up the remaining living Stooges, but instead of using a phone book, he called the operator (which, I guess don't exist anymore either), who managed to find a ton of listings for "M. The blogger did reply to it on his "Friday Questions" post with a short funny one word reply. That was a great day for me :)Īfter discovering a great blog and reading it for a few months, I took a chance and asked a question to the blogger. I was able to get a glimpse of him and hear him talk. In a small bookshop where some 100 people can stand, around a thousand came. Since he was the only novelist who ever cared to actually meet his Indian fans, we were thrilled. He discovered that India has a very large English novels reading population about a decade ago and took every opportunity to visit big cities and talked to his fans to promote his books. I was able to see someone I admired a lot once. I have never been able to meet anyone I admired.īut 2 different type of interactions I would like to share. Wow! Really happy to know you got to meet someone you admired :) Just before I left he took out a piece of paper and did this for me: He had dinner, went up to bed, and just slipped away. He welcomed me into his brownstone, ushered me upstairs to his studio (where he made the magic), and I spent the afternoon watching him work and discussing drawing (how to draw hands, how to draw hair, shadowing, etc.) To my astonishment, he said “Sure, come on over.” He had to give me directions, which subway to take, where to get off, etc.Īn hour later I was knocking on his door. I told him I was an amateur cartoonist and would love to meet him. I introduced myself and asked if he was the Al Hirschfeld who did the caricatures. On a whim, I looked in the phone book one afternoon and found an Albert Hirschfeld. (He’s the one who wrote his daughter’s name, Nina, into every drawing.) My idol was Al Hirschfeld, who did caricatures for the NY Times for like 70 years. As some of you know, I also dabble in cartooning. Celebrities had unlisted numbers but not all. And there was no robo-calling in the pre-Google era. You could have an unlisted number, but most people didn’t bother. I think they still exist to a certain degree, but there was a time (pre-Google) where to find someone’s phone number you had to go to this real thick book that weighed a ton and look them up.
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