Wow! There wasn’t a big, ugly truck in his driveway, was there? That’s great he was your neighbor.
I probably wasn't even five years old...it's more family trivia for us than anything - just a vague, vague memory of the family "being invited to go to the actor/neighbor's house", with a fuzzy mental picture of Weaver telling the folks what's entailed in trying to break into the Hollywood biz.
No big ugly truck, though....Steven Spielblat hadn't even been whelped yet!