When Nick was in private school, I spent a lot of time hussling him back and forth from the Ottawa International Aiport.
As frequent flyers know, you see a lot of important or famous people if you're just sitting around.
One time, we were standing in line and I saw Alex Trebek, the host of Jeopardy, in line in front of us. Obviously, Alex didn't realize there was a line for him (first class) and a line for us (no class).
"Nick," I said, excitedly. "Look it's Alex Trebek."
He shrugged.
"Go on up there. Don't you want to meet Alex Trebek?
He just looked at him.
"Maybe he'd like to meet me."
What a great attitude.
I wish I had Nick's self-confidence.
For my whole life, I've been fascinated by celebrities and impotent folks, so I spent a lot of time doing jobs that put me in direct contact with them. For a few years, I was an entertainment writer and got to interview all sorts
I followed my short entertainment career with a stint in politics -- in Trudeau's PMO no less -- so I got to rub elbows with a lot of people who, as the sayng goes, were in show business for ugly people.
There were a few times when I actually went to smallish dinners with Trudeau himself, whom I discovered quickly had no time for small talk.
"So," I said. "What's it like working with Joe Clark?"
"He's a small mean man."
"What tree would you like to be?"
"A cactus."
I'm kidding about the second question, but Trudeau was definitely a hard interview.
Then Scott and I got to meet all manner of rock stars while filming our documentary about the Ottawa Bluesfest: Elvis Costello, Gregg Allman -- who didn't know where he was -- Dan Aykroyd and Jim Belushi. Scott even got to step on Gord Downie's wife's foot while shooting from the side of the stage.
My life has been a groupie's dream come true. But the older I get, the less time I have for celebrities. When you've been around politicians long enough, they start to smell bad, at least in your mind.
Rock stars and film stars hate the media. I haven't met one who would have wanted to have a drink or a meal with me.
So when I heard Barbara Walters, my absolute hero, was coming to town, I should have dropped everything and run out to buy a ticket to the Negev dinner. But I didn't.
I realized that Nick was right all along.
Maybe Barbara should want to meet me instead.
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