Once a friend of a friend who did maintenance at the Berkeley Lab gave me a brief tour of the place. Across the room this gentleman passed by wearing jeans and a red plaid woolen pendleton shirt. That is Dr. Teller my escort said. Just like that, I saw a man of destiny.

Hello WOWOWOW…Ladies! I laughed myself silly when I saw these wonderful Care-Toons. I can now get the sludge, pond scum, pollution, the oil slick and even the pharmaceuticals out of my cells. I finally found the water to drink. You have GOT to see this amazing healthy water website… www.WholeLifeWater.com for it is instant water-enlightenment! Love your site and it is truly ‘about time’, and I can’t wait to contribute to the amazing women conversation. Keep it up ladies, for it is time for our global dialogue! Love and Blessings, Jeannie Fitzsimmons PS Note: Ironically I am speaking at the www.AmazingWomansDay2008.com event here in San Diego tomorrow. You are all amazing women! Robbie Motter sent this to me today and I almost wet my pants! I wish I had seen this sooner, for you all would have been invited. We are going around the planet with this movement. Want to come along? Feel free to remove whatever is appropriate for your postings:)

Ladies, loved those stories. Thanks for sharing and making me smile!

I loved those stories!!! This site is so awesome! The cutest story I can think of that involved contact with a celebrity was in the nineties when I was dating my husband. We enjoyed a wonderful weekend at the plush Hotel Nikko in Atlanta. As we were leaving and waiting for the valet to bring the car, I kept looking at a rather scraggly looking man who was with a couple of people outside. I wasn’t thinking celebrity or anything else actually, but he looked familiar. I guess he caught me staring and looked at me, so embarassed, I quickly looked away. Well the valet came, we got in the car and I couldn’t help it; I looked at him again- he looked so familiar. The man was standing close enough to my car door to look down at me and flash me an amazing smile as we pulled away. I screamed, “Oh s**t that was Donald Sutherland!!!” He knew I was struggling to recognize him, so he smiled at me (knowing I would then recognize him ) as I was pulling away LOL!

Whoopi please discuss this on The View - thank you Quoting Dr. Bernadine Healy from an article she wrote in U.S. News & World Report February 19, 2008 : “There’s an argument out there that oral sex is not sex….To some young people , oral sex preserves virginity – technically speaking – and allows for what is perceived as risk-free sexual intimacy. From a medical perspective, however, this is sex – and generally, as practiced, it’s unsafe. People seem clueless that sexually transmitted diseases such as herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and human papillomavirus [and also syphilis] can take hold in parts of the oral cavity during sex with infected partners and that the oral contact can infect the genitals, too….Granted, the major risk for STDs comes with vaginal sex, but the relative ease and growing frequency of oral sex among those engaging in casual “hookups” is a virtual epidemic in the making. Providing our young people with graphic medical information and stern parental and medical guidance is long overdue. ” This information has not been provided to young people and should be provided immediately.

Wonderful stories! I, too, have a Marlon Brando story, but not nearly as juicy as Whoopie’s! Marlon used to be a client of someone for whom I worked. While I was at work, Marlon and I would speak on the telephone. I guess I probably gave him my home phone number (he probably asked for it). He used to call me at my home in the mornings, when I was working for the NEXT guy I worked for. Well, Marlon would ramble on so much that one day I was late for work. I told my boss I was late ‘cause I was talking with Marlon Brando on the phone. He didn’t believe me. Well, knowing that this boss would not, in all probability, believe me, I had surrepticiously tape-recorded a portion of my conversation with Marlon and brought it into the office that morning. I told my boss my story, he listened to the tape, and then said, “By golly, you’re RIGHT! It IS Marlon Brando!” Well, DUH! (I don’t lie.) I was on a temp job at another office one day. The attorneys in this office represented one of Marlon’s kids. I asked one of the female attorneys how the case was going, and she snootily responded, “I don’t think it’s any business of yours.” Like, “mind your own business.” She and some other attorneys and I were standing in an office. Just then, the phone rang. One of the male attorneys walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. He said, “Yes? What? Oh yes. She’s here,” and he handed the phone to me (!). It seems that Marlon had tracked me down and had asked the attorney to turn the phone over to me! You should have seen the astonished look on that snooty female lawyer’s face! She could NOT believe it! I was so happy that Marlon had called me!! Anyway, he called me every day for a couple of weeks, then stopped. I learned that he was kind of lonely and would sit in his house and go through his address book and just “demon dial” all the people he knew, and start a chat with them. Man, he must have been tired by the time he got to me, since my last name begins with a “W”!

My niece called me to tell me she just ran into Nicole Kidman at a restaurant in Nashville. She is someone I always wanted to meet.

Thank you all. Your stories show how human we all are, including that sweet gorilla. I have a Sinatra story. It was when he was playing at the Paramount in New York City with the Dorsey band. I was waiting for a friend in front. He came out of the theater, approached me and said some unprintabe things. I said “Are you kidding?” He laughed and walked away. I have never forgotten it.

I saw a halo around a Vedantist priest at a service. He had an aura akin to the Dalai Lama - So halos do exist. I dated a relative of Brando’s in college, does that count? They all had problems with alcohol, poor things. The Indian blood of the plains, perhaps. I also went about with a man who worked with Teller to build the atomic bomb at Las Alamos - and when I was in Berkeley, someone smuggled me into the atomic reactor complex in the middle of the night - I expected it to be stainless steel - but it was all grey concrete. And at a NYC dinner party I sat next to Jerzy Kosinsky & had to admit that I had always meant to read the Painted Bird, his novel…It was a great experience as a young actress to be in one of the last of the great mini-series Backstairs at the White House - as everyone on the set was a star - and I was with Sara Ballantine (Karl Ballantine’s kid) & Fred McMurray’s kid - & I was there because the producer thought I was a nice girl (and I was impressed that the director, who had done so much TV had worked at the Abbey Theatre in Dublin!) I had a star on my dressing room & everything!

On Wednesday May 13th 1987 we happened to be in Vienna on a short business trip. Finishing early that day we were walking by city hall and read in the window of a restaurant that Placido Domingo would be singing at the Rathhausplatz (something like an open courtyard of the city hall) later that afternoon and that admission was free. Also present were going to be the Vienna Boys’ choir and members of the Vienna ballet company. We went for lunch and rerturned later to the city hall when all of sudden it started to rain, actually it just poured and poured. So that was it, we decide to leave. Just as we were making our way out of our seats, someone appeared with plastic ponchos for everyone who wanted to stay, and if memory serves we were also given a small towel to wipe our seats that were now very wet. How could we not, we went back to our seats and in a flash the orchestra (none other than the Vienese Symphony I believe)opened with a most beautiful rendition of the Cicilian Vespers. The crowd was absolutely mesmerised by the beautifully haunting melody being played in the rain which had lightened up a bit by then. As Placido Domingo made his way on to the stage the crowd erupted. He started off with an aria from my most favorite opera Tosca, then sang another Verdi aria from Luisa Miller. I can’t recall what the Boys’ Choir sang or what the dances were, but when Domingo returned to the stage he knocked everyone out of their seat with “Wien, Wein nur Du allein” accompanied by the choir. People were on their feet, cheering and singing along with him after he graciuosly agreed to sing it again. I still get goose bumps thinking about that evening and the generosity of a great artist who did not disapoint. Later that same evening he came in with a small entourage for a drink at the hotel where we were staying. I screwed up my courage and approached him to ask would he please sign my program which had gotten very wet, he did,and exchanged a few words with us, He thanked us for staying in the rain to hear him. I could not thank him enough for his singing in the rain for us knowing how careful artists of his caliber must be about their vocal cords, he laughed, thanked me again and returned to his group. I can tell you that whenever it was possible for us to attend any of his appearances, which have been quite a few over the years, we did. We last saw him in Paris and again had a wonderful opportunity to speak with him and he did remember his concert in Vienna in the rain long ago. He was a beautiful young man then and he now is a beautiful older man.

Please continue to share your unique reminiscings - don’t let stories like these be lost for the ages! I love it.