The Friday Five::
1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? Mother Teresa.

"What I do you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful."

2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel? I was affected by the deaths of Princess Diana and JFK Jr. And probably other youngish, shiny people who seem to be right in the middle of their ... shininess.

3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? I don't think I want to be a famous person, but I'll think about this one and come back to it...

4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who? I used to work as a RN on a psychiatric unit and once a very sweet, older lady told me I looked like Goldie Hawn. Which was quite funny because I look nothing like Goldie Hawn. Although, I think she is a knitter...

5. Have you ever met anyone famous? I saw that John Larroquette fellow at Blockbuster Video in Asheville, N.C. when he was filming Richie Rich at the Biltmore House.

Added April 1st :: I forgot about meeting Graham Kerr, the galloping gourmet guy, last October at the Atlanta airport when I flew from Norway to Stockholm to Chicago to Atlanta to visit my folks. In Chicago, I noticed this man sitting there in the waiting area, writing something on a clipboard with one of those Mont Blanc (=very expensive) pens. I struck up a conversation with a girl (I don't normally find it easy to talk to total strangers, but I was overly exhausted and feeling a little disinhibited. I told her about my hellish experience in Stockholm (I got lost and almost missed the plane) and then I just mentioned that I thought that man sitting over there was Graham Kerr. Turns out, she was a big fan too and agreed that it looked like him but we weren't sure. Our suspicions were heightened when he boarded first-class and we made a pact to look more closely while we went up the aisle past first class back to cattle class. We signaled to each other that he did, in fact, look remarkably like himself. So in Atlanta, waiting for the luggage to come rolling by, I shocked and surprised my parents by actually going up to him and shaking his hand and telling him how much I liked his show. He was very nice and thanked me. Ta da!