I awoke this morning to find out that James Garner had died. You can find out pretty much all you want about him anywhere on the web. Here's what I remember:
I was a kid in the early 60s, and my Dad had somehow gotten tickets to the Indianapolis 500. While walking around near the fence that bordered the pit area, I saw a guy in a white racing suit standing there, signing autographs. I got into the small crowd gathered there; I thought it would be cool to have one of the drivers' autograph.
As I got close, I could see the man was turning away to leave. But when I held up my ticket stub, he turned back, came over to where I was standing, and signed the back of my ticket. I realized then that the man was James Garner. He was there promoting his new movie, Grand Prix.
I still have that ticket stub. It's signed in green ink. Thank you, Mr. Garner, from that little kid.
2 comments:
A special memory like that is such a gift.
He was a damn fine actor. My grandmother, and now my mom, and my wife, are Rockford Files rerun junkies.
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