15 minutes of fame

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I was once a minor local celebrity for 5 minutes after appearing in a vox pop on a BBC sports show!
 

My 15 minutes lasted a lot longer.


Our MATS flight from Ramey AFB on a Lockheed L-1049G TWA Super Constellation Airliner Airplane back to the U S was delayed. Our 6 month old son was hungry, he loved carrots & apple sauce. Feeding him that baby food & a bottle of milk to keep him happy was a no brainer. Slow by today's standards, non jet engines the flight was to be about 6 1/2 hours.

Asleep while boarding and about an hour into the flight he was still asleep. Then he awoke. Maybe a half hour went by until there was a noticeable odor.




I asked the flight attendant where I could change my son. At the back of the plane there was a seat and table the attendants used. YEA!!! No tape tab diaper only cloth at that time. Unpinning exposing the really nasty smelling results of carrots, milk & applesauce to the open air is the part where my fame begins.




The smell was so bad the last 6 rows of passengers got up & went to the front of the plane. Back then weight & balance was a big deal. That much weight changed the trim so much the pilot had to adjust to bring the nose of the plane back up, of course he wanted to know what was going on in the passenger cabin. Meanwhile I was using 6 plastic trash bags to finally kill the smell. It took about 1/2 hour for it to dissipate making it possible for passengers to return to their seats.



I was the HERO dad that could change my sons diaper, & take the smell. All the other passengers applauded me as we got off the plane.
 
My 15 minutes lasted a lot longer.


Our MATS flight from Ramey AFB on a Lockheed L-1049G TWA Super Constellation Airliner Airplane back to the U S was delayed. Our 6 month old son was hungry, he loved carrots & apple sauce. Feeding him that baby food & a bottle of milk to keep him happy was a no brainer. Slow by today's standards, non jet engines the flight was to be about 6 1/2 hours.

Asleep while boarding and about an hour into the flight he was still asleep. Then he awoke. Maybe a half hour went by until there was a noticeable odor.

I asked the flight attendant where I could change my son. At the back of the plane there was a seat and table the attendants used. YEA!!! No tape tab diaper only cloth at that time. Unpinning exposing the really nasty smelling results of carrots, milk & applesauce to the open air is the part where my fame begins.


The smell was so bad the last 6 rows of passengers got up & went to the front of the plane. Back then weight & balance was a big deal. That much weight changed the trim so much the pilot had to adjust to bring the nose of the plane back up, of course he wanted to know what was going on in the passenger cabin. Meanwhile I was using 6 plastic trash bags to finally kill the smell. It took about 1/2 hour for it to dissipate making it possible for passengers to return to their seats.

I was the HERO dad that could change my sons diaper, & take the smell. All the other passengers applauded me as we got off the plane.

It's amazing what a stinky diaper can do for you. I was bringing my infant daughter back for a visit from Turkey to introduce her to the grandparents. I was one of the last people off the 747 at Kennedy and had entered the customs and immigration hall to see a huge crowd of what looked like thousands ahead of me. I was shuffling along, laden down like a pack camel and pushing stuff ahead of me with my feet when she started "erupting" from both ends. There was no place to put her down (filthy floor, no counters) and I was holding her at arm's length to protect myself. This was in the early days of disposable diapers, when they were only slightly more effective than "nothing". The smell was horrendous, needless to say. Everyone was cowering away from us, also needless to say. There was a cloud of Eau de Stinque Bebe hanging over the place like a bad smog.

Out of nowhere two "suits" appeared with a baggage cart, loaded everything up and escorted me through a door out into the terminal, where they unceremoniously unloaded me and departed. So here I am back in the good ol' USA with no entry stamps on my passport (I'll admit I wondered if I'd get back out again to return to Turkey). Of course, that was in simpler times...….
 
yes in canada saw jerry lewis back stage --great performer wow''' he asked where I was from and asked is he as famous in the uk lol...
ross kemp was filming where I used to live - my friend said lets get to meet him - she had selfie taking and he spoke a few mins to us .. then we just watched the filming ..nice guy ..love he's prog he does...
 
I passed up my chance at fame.


A few years back while I was still in Florida I was out for an early morning walk in the park on a chilly morning. And up walks this dude with a camera and says he's from the local newspaper and he would like to take my picture and do a little human interest piece on people "braving the cold". Being an introvert having my picture in the paper is not on my bucket list, so I told him no. Besides that it was 34 degrees that morning. "Braving the cold?" Seriously? It's not even below freezing.

It's funny, but these people that move down to Florida from some place like Michigan where they drive their Lincoln Navigators out onto the lake and cut a hole in the ice with their McCullough chainsaw to go fishing in the winter are the first ones to start whining when it gets a little chilly down here. We native Floridians take it more in stride. Sure, you don't need your snow tires and your Nanook of the North parka, but occasionally you do need to put on your regular jeans instead of shorts and throw on a jacket over your T-shirt. It's central Florida people, not Tahiti.
 
I was an extra in the Superman II movie, in the Niagara Falls shot where a kid gets rescued when falling off the rail. I'm a black/white blur, running from a lineup at the hot dog stand.
 
One of our local news stations often did a "bright spot" segment, where they feature local people who did something cool. The lady I used to work with wrote a short story that was made into a coloring book. Locally produced, and she gave copies away. It was about a boy with cerebral palsy (like she has) who becomes friends with an able bodied boy in his school. It becomes a teachable moment, etc. Anyway, the news did a story on her, and she asked me to be in the story with her, to discuss being her staff and all.
 


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