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Sam Phillips
Peanut Montgomery
Jerry Lee Lewis
Buddy Killen
Bill Blackburn
Tony Joe White
Donnie Fritts
Kris Kristoferson
Willie Nelson
Rod Stewart
Mac Davis
Tom Jones
Mick Jagger
Osmonds
Sonny
Cher
George Jones
Tammy Wynette
Buck Owens
Dean Jones
Bear Bryant
JFK (i was lucky enough to shake/touch his hand during his visit here)
William Bradford Huie (relative)
Buford Pusser
Dr. Hook
George Wallace
Ray Charles
William Dennehy (not sure if he still does, but he used to do a lot of fishing in this area)
Charlie Rich
Mr.Universe 1957 (met him in '59 so it was a big deal then)
Captain Kangaroo
Sonny James
George Lindsey
In 1955, after graduating from Sheffield High, I joined the Air Force with my classmates, Bob Davis, Willy Joe Foust, and Cortez Melton. In 1958, Bob Davis came to visit me in Los Angeles. After his visit, I drove him to the Los Angeles Airport, which at that time was a small one terminal airport — with gates, baggage carousel, and everything in one big room.

As we sat waiting for his flight, there was a commotion as a baggage handler came in pushing a baggage cart filled with about twenty large pieces of matching luggage. From that we knew that this had to be some sort of celebrity.

When the man came in, I first thought that he was director Mike Todd, who was then Elizabeth Taylor’s husband, but later died. However, as soon as this man smiled, it could be no one other than Red Skelton. That smile would light up an auditorium.

Most celebrities would just rush through, trying to avoid contact with we common folks. But, not Red Skelton. His face lit up with that big smile, and he walked around the room shaking hands with everyone, telling us how happy he was to see us. And, there was no doubt in my mind that he was very sincere. He enjoyed seeing us as much, or more, than we did him.

I have never forgotten that meeting. Here was a man who was at the top of his game, sitting on top of the entertainment world — yet, he was so genuinely thrilled to be among we little people.

There are no Red Skeltons left in Hollywood, nor in any other part of the entertainment world today.

I contrast that with Janet Jackson, who a couple of years ago, had to fly a commercial flight out of Los Angeles. When she arrived at the airport, security had to rush her through a closed terminal — so that the trashy “common folks” could not get near her. God forbid that someone should try to shake her hand.

As I said, contrast that to Red Skelton. He not only did not avoid shaking hands with us — he instigated the hand shakes. That is a very big person. And that is why, to this day, I have never forgotten that evening.

Having lived in California for many years, I do not get awed at meeting anyone labeled “celebrity.” Today, I am close friends with Leon Patillo, who was lead singer for the Carlos Santana band. I am close friends with Jun Polistico, who was lead singer for The Society of Seven for many years. The best thing about both of them is that when they became Christians, they went solo and have been singing for the Lord. Leon pastors a church in Long Beach, and Jun Polistico does a show in Las Vegas, but still does Christian concerts.

My best friend when I was stationed in the Air Force in Korea was Bob White, a fabulous guitar player who, after leaving the Air Force, was one of the founding members of MoTown’s Funk Brothers in-house band — backing virtually every MoTown singer during the 1960s, 70s, and into the 80s.


In the early 1960s, I went to acting school with a young man named Jim Anthony. We became good friends because we started acting school the same day. He later changed his stage name to Anthony James. I was thrilled to see him have a major role in the 1960s movie, In The Heat Of The Night, with Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger. During the 1970s and 80s, Jim had good roles in virtually every television series that aired — Gun Smoke, Big Valley, Ironside; you name the show and he was in one or more episodes.

But, to me, these are just regular folks, for I know them more as friends than celebrities. Red Skelton is the one who stands high atop the mountain of people I was thrilled to meet — because he was so real, so humble, so sincere. When he passed, our world was left with a big hole, for he was so much more than a celluloid film hero.

One last story. In the 1970s, my wife worked at Hogg Hospital in Costa Mesa. One day she was walking down the hall and a big 6'4' guy in dirty work clothes greeted her, “Mabuhay!” My wife is Filipina — and her friendly giant was John Wayne.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill Gray
billdory@pacbell.net
Alabama bred,
California fed,
America blessed!
I forgot Mary Lou Henner. I took my daughter to see her speak at FHU several years ago. We THOUGHT we were going to be allowed to meet her, personally, but that was 'reserved' for the 'well-heeled', if you know what I mean. At the time, my daughter was 11 and had been taking gymnastics since she was 3. She got very upset and started crying. Ms. Henner saw how upset she was and pushed her way through the crowd to her and had her picture made with her. Talk about making my daughter ONE HAPPY GIRL!

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