My Reagan story. Was working at the country club that used to do the Bakersfield Business Conference before it got so big they had to move it to the university grounds. Must’ve been ‘87 ‘88.....somewhere in there. He was the keynote speaker that year.
Everyone was outside I was almost the only person in the clubhouse so went to the ladies bridge room to pick up empty glasses. A storm had come up and the wind was blowing and it was raining. There was a single French door in the back ladies room that led to a small road that ran beside the clubhouse. I was in that room picking up glasses when I saw a limo pull up to that door so I stopped to watch and see who it was. I didn’t see where they came from but some men came rushing through the French door and I found myself nudged up against the wall by one of their arms. When I looked up a man was getting out of the limo with a trench coat pulled up over his head because of the rain. He came through the door, pulled his trench coat down around his shoulders, did a big shake, and looked around. He saw me being held against the wall and came by me as he passed, smiled real big and kind of laughing said.....nice day. Then they were all gone. Took me a minute to realize it was Ronald Reagan. Lol
Cool! Reminds me of a similar story (kinda) where I had stagehands doing work for a local charity show. I was talking to one of the security guys when the limo pulled up. I went up the ramp before it was let in and Bob Hope stepped out right in front of me; about twp feet away at most. Got his autograph. Despite all that’s happened. I still have the pen and his autograph. THAT was a long, long time ago.