When I was 16 and my dad was transferred to San Jose I got a job pumping gas at a Shell Station and on two early Sunday mornings he came in off the freeway for gas on his way to San Francisco. He got out and sat on the hood chatting with me for about ten minutes each. A nice, grounded polite man.
11 thoughts on “I got to pump gas to Clint’s car.”
When he stared in Grand Torino,it seems he played himself.
We had them in Alabama and I never shot at ’em or discouraged them, left them alone and let them go about their business knowing what was good about them.
You must be talking about opossums not actors or Clint Eastwood! Unfortunately, your reply post ended up on the wrong page – which actually comes off as pretty funny.
Real troublesome Oldhimers, I get it by talking with Igor… Nice thing being a snoderator, I can edit the post and comments…
I’ve met Clint Eastwood twice. Once when he was the Mayor of Carmel, CA. I was a route driver for a friend’s seafood company. Clint strolled by as I was making a delivery. He said hello and we chatted for a bit. Real likeable.
The other time was when he dropped by the AM radio station where my girl was working. I just happened to be there. Just us three in the office, we talked for hours, just casual, no pretensions.
(It was the station were he filmed, Play Misty For Me.)
John Goodman filmed Arachnophobia in my town. He stood out as a class act, personal, no pretensions.
Dan Haggerty is another who you’d want as a close friend. Just an excellent man. I met him at a writer’s conferance and several times afterward for several years. He sees the best in people and draws it out.
If you only knew how close “Play Misty For Me” was to reality when it comes to radio groupies. Almost all of them are quite psycho, just not quite as bad as in the movie although some were close. I met a number of them back when I was working in radio. Never met a single one that wasn’t bad news.
Clint was a very fine disc jockey in that film, better than a lot of real life ones. I understand that he actually worked on air for period of time while preparing for the movie.
…And notice the ass end of the car he’s filling. That ain’t no Rolls! You go, Clint!!!
Ahhh, yes; the days when ships were of wood and MEN were of steel!
I know what you’re thinking…….was that 3 gallons or 4…..
These kinds of people are fast leaving this good earth, unfortunately. The new ones aren’t worth a bucket of spit. (And neither is our “Vice President”, Kackling Hyena Harelip.)
I got to talk to R. Lee Ermey at the national matches at Camp Perry on a couple of trips. Just wandered up and said hey how ya doin’ and was real careful to act like he was a normal guy and he reciprocated in kind. And I do in fact think he was genuinely a normal guy in most senses. Chatted about shooting conditions for a couple of minutes and then I said, well I should let you get back to getting ready for the next relay. Pretty sure he appreciated not getting hounded for just a bit about autographs and photos. I would only add that at the awards ceremony one year, he took care to seat himself where the shooters who’d won something came down off the stage and made it a point to greet and shake the hand of every youngster who’d won something and give them a challenge coin. Pretty sure he didn’t have to do that. If that wasn’t real class, then genuine “class” doesn’t exist.
When he stared in Grand Torino,it seems he played himself.
We had them in Alabama and I never shot at ’em or discouraged them, left them alone and let them go about their business knowing what was good about them.
You must be talking about opossums not actors or Clint Eastwood! Unfortunately, your reply post ended up on the wrong page – which actually comes off as pretty funny.
Real troublesome Oldhimers, I get it by talking with Igor… Nice thing being a snoderator, I can edit the post and comments…
I’ve met Clint Eastwood twice. Once when he was the Mayor of Carmel, CA. I was a route driver for a friend’s seafood company. Clint strolled by as I was making a delivery. He said hello and we chatted for a bit. Real likeable.
The other time was when he dropped by the AM radio station where my girl was working. I just happened to be there. Just us three in the office, we talked for hours, just casual, no pretensions.
(It was the station were he filmed, Play Misty For Me.)
John Goodman filmed Arachnophobia in my town. He stood out as a class act, personal, no pretensions.
Dan Haggerty is another who you’d want as a close friend. Just an excellent man. I met him at a writer’s conferance and several times afterward for several years. He sees the best in people and draws it out.
If you only knew how close “Play Misty For Me” was to reality when it comes to radio groupies. Almost all of them are quite psycho, just not quite as bad as in the movie although some were close. I met a number of them back when I was working in radio. Never met a single one that wasn’t bad news.
Clint was a very fine disc jockey in that film, better than a lot of real life ones. I understand that he actually worked on air for period of time while preparing for the movie.
…And notice the ass end of the car he’s filling. That ain’t no Rolls! You go, Clint!!!
Ahhh, yes; the days when ships were of wood and MEN were of steel!
I know what you’re thinking…….was that 3 gallons or 4…..
These kinds of people are fast leaving this good earth, unfortunately. The new ones aren’t worth a bucket of spit. (And neither is our “Vice President”, Kackling Hyena Harelip.)
I got to talk to R. Lee Ermey at the national matches at Camp Perry on a couple of trips. Just wandered up and said hey how ya doin’ and was real careful to act like he was a normal guy and he reciprocated in kind. And I do in fact think he was genuinely a normal guy in most senses. Chatted about shooting conditions for a couple of minutes and then I said, well I should let you get back to getting ready for the next relay. Pretty sure he appreciated not getting hounded for just a bit about autographs and photos. I would only add that at the awards ceremony one year, he took care to seat himself where the shooters who’d won something came down off the stage and made it a point to greet and shake the hand of every youngster who’d won something and give them a challenge coin. Pretty sure he didn’t have to do that. If that wasn’t real class, then genuine “class” doesn’t exist.
That’s why we all love that man.