What Kind of Fool Was I?

In the world of entertainment there are many fascinating characters, some readily approachable and others, mysterious and remote. I have almost always refrained from goofy intrusions such as phone calls or even letters to celebrities. Notice I qualified that statement with “most,” as once, many years ago I wrote Barbra Streisand telling her my wife and I had tickets to see her in “Funny Girl.” Thoughts of sharing the same air space created all kinds of excitement in my imagination. My love affair with Barbara had begun the first time I saw her on TV and heard her belt out “What Kind of Fool Am I?” I had been THAT kind of fool about Barbra ever since. I think my fascination had evolved from twin coincidences — our mutual love of music and our ugly duckling childhoods. I doubted that I would ever receive a response from her, but I had at least placed something of myself on paper and sent it into the hands of this person who believed that “people who need people are the luckiest people in the world.“ When the day arrived for my encounter with Barbra on stage in New York City, my greatest fear was that she would be ill and would have an understudy. But no, there she was, “the greatest star.” Barbra didn’t respond to my letter, but that was okay. I know she would have written if her blossoming career had allowed her the time. I absolutely refused to allow a little thing like that to “rain on my parade.”

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About bobosbest

I am a 79-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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