#Microblog Monday 276: Meeting Your Heroes
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The Wolvog has been trying to get a sandwich from a new-ish grilled cheese bar in our town, but every time we’ve gone, they’ve been closed. Last week, the timing worked out that we needed dinner, I didn’t have time to cook, and the place was open. He got the grilled cheese sandwich of his dreams.
I jokingly said in the car as we pulled out of the parking lot, “You’re not supposed to meet your heroes.” I meant it in the “I hope you’re not disappointed” sense. (But… do you get it? Because he didn’t… a “hero” is a type of sandwich… Bad joke or terrible joke?) It turns out that he was disappointed. The sandwich was awful.
I met my hero––several times. Norton Juster. The writer who made me want to be a writer. I’ve had tea with him and dinner with him. I’ve hung out after a performance with him and conducted phone interviews with him. I got really really lucky that my hero turned out to be just as awesome as I hoped.
But it could have gone the other way. It could have been a bad interaction. You take your chances when you meet your heroes.
Would you want to meet your hero? Have you met your hero?
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I’ve been fairly lucky in that most of the people that I admire that I’ve met have been gracious and interesting in person – but I’ve never had extensive contact like meals/interviews with any of them, so there’s that as well.
I have not met any of my heroes, and I’m not sure I’d want to. As I mentioned when I commented recently that I prefer not to meet authors whose books I enjoy, I would prefer not to meet my heroes. My fear would be that I would only be disappointed in them.
I got the joke and thought it was funny. I was hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed, I hate being disappointed by food that I think should taste amazing.
I’ve met several famous people, briefly. I don’t remember being especially disappointed by any of them (thankfully). Not sure how many of them I could call my heroes. Actually, I did meet one of my childhood heroes & I was recently reminded of that by a post on social media. Any Canadian of a certain age will know who Mr. Dressup was — he was kind of like the Canadian version of Mr. Rogers, and in fact he got his start working with Fred Rogers in the States in the 1950s before coming to Canada in the early 1960s. He was on a children’s show called Butternut Square when I was a pre-schooler and then got his own self-titled show which ran for years & years, well into my adulthood (I did some Googling — he stopped doing the show in 1996 & sadly died in 2001). He actually lived in the same Toronto suburb that I did, and one day dh & I were at the local mall when he was making a personal appearance at the bookstore there. It was toward the end of his visit, and we were passing by the store… there was nobody else there except him & the store clerks, & dh shoved me in, saying “Come on, you KNOW you want to say hello!” So I walked up to him & extended my hand and said, “Hi Mr. Dressup, I’ve watched you ever since I was a little girl, on Butternut Square.” He looked at me and said, “You can’t POSSIBLY be that old!” lol How could I not love the man, right?? 😉
I love Loribeth’s story!
I have never met any of my heroes, and I’m not sure if want to, for fear of disappointment. But then, if I had the opportunity, I guess I wouldn’t say “no.” lol
I don’t really think of other humans as my heroes but I’ve always really liked the singer, Carly Simon. Before I even knew I was going to be a writer, in music, I always gravitated toward songs with great lyrics. To make a long story short… when I was 19, I heard at the last minute that she was signing albums at a store. I rushed and got there in time but they said they had to cut off the line early because it got too long. I was so upset. The security guy told me to wait on the side. After a while, he took me over to meet her and told her the story. She was the sweetest, nicest person. She introduced me to her husband and teenage son (who, by the way, was working at the record store. Tells you something about how he was raised.) Must have been a good experience. My daughter’s name is Carly.