Hanging in my closet, wrapped in plastic, is a Montreal Canadiens jersey signed by famed Habs (and later Avalanche) goaltender Patrick Roy. I have the certificate of authenticity, too. Someday I’ll get that jersey up on eBay.
I acquired it when I was 15 and a huge hockey fan. Patrick and a handful of other big sports stars appeared at a fundraiser at Boston College High School. My friend Andrea and I scrounged up fifty bucks for admission. Then, somehow, we convinced my sister Annie, who lived in Boston, to drive one hour west to Worcester; pick us up along with Andrea’s little brother and sister; drive us all to Dorchester; wait around for hours in the crowded, sweaty gymnasium while we stood in Patrick’s line; and drive us all back to Worcester. (How cool is that? Props to big sisters everywhere.)
Stacked in the same closet is the book Revolution From Within, signed by its author, Gloria Steinem, who visited Bryn Mawr College when I worked there. When I reached the front of the line and passed her my copy, I opened my mouth with the intention of saying something fun and bold. But no words came out. I just stood there and grinned while she scribbled her name. So much for my revolution from within.
My friend Shelly has the autograph of Sorrell Booke, who played Boss Hogg on the TV show Dukes of Hazzard, which I watched religiously growing up. (Via Wikipedia, I was fascinated to learn that Sorrell was fluent in five languages, had degrees from both Columbia and Yale, and served as counter-intell in Korea.)
About ten years ago, Shelly was in an airport and saw Scott Hamilton signing autographs in her terminal. Remembering how our friend Mary hung posters of figure skaters in her dorm room, Shelly dug scrap paper out of her carry-on, joined the mob of adoring fans, and got Scott’s autograph to give to Mary. And that’s one of the many reasons I love Shelly.
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