Makes me think of Jimmy Savile, he died before his horrors came to light.
My father once skated at Madison Square Garden with Sonja Henie.
He was about 19 or so , just before he was drafted into WW11.
She was done really with her days of competing in figure skating but was working the circut doing exhibitions and some performances.
Her regular skating partner had a injury and she saw my father doing his thing at a rink and asked him to practice a short program with her.
After the performance my father noticed she had sliced the top of his skate with her blade and he had a tiny bit of a mark with some blood in his boot. No wonder she went through handsome young men like nothing.
Heard she was a bit of a "maneater" and never liked to be outshone by another skater.
Fame makes people crazy
I have run into a few famous to semi-famous people in Ca. years back. I never liked it at all, always tried my hardest to not see them even if they were right in front of me.
I once served Mickey Rooney a hamburger, that was weird.
I also had David Carradine come in and order 2 dry meat patties for his dog at the same working place. He was very odd even for a movie star. He was doing that Kung Fu TV show at the time he came in.
He looked like a bum, he was obviously stoned out of his mind or just had normal blood shot eyes and a strange glassy eyed over look to his face while driving a baby blue old open topped American car.
His passenger was a homeless looking older man, 3 days of stubble on his face, no shirt on , just some old bib top blue jeans and a ragged old dog in the back seat...That was more then weird, boarded on creepy. david just stared into space, looked right at me and then stared off again. The old guy did the ordering and paying... Gave me a dollar tip! 2 dry meat patties to go, hold everything else.
My sister had so many stories about famous people. She was always eating dinner in high end places on dates and often sat near the "rich and famous".
Once in N. Hollywood at a traffic light she said James Woods the actor jumped out of his car ,his girlfriend also got out and he was screaming and chasing her around the car...My sister drove off when the light changed.
6 degrees of separation. So true sometimes I think the world actually is less populated then they say.
Seems I am always running into someone who knows someone that knows yet another someone who lived close by.
I worked early on as a hairdresser in a shop in Ca. on ventura Blvd. Many B level stars would come in for a cut or bring in their kids. Not a high end shop but ok and in a great neighborhood.
My manager was a super cool women who was about 10 years my senior. For the life of me I can't remember who her grandfather was but I do know when she told me I knew straight away who he was at the time. A old stage actor from the UK who came to Hollywood in it's hey day and worked in big films.
She had the best of it,she inherited his huge estate in the Hollywood Hills, had millions in the bank but worked as a stylist because she said she didn't want to be a boring Hollywood kid with nothing to do, she liked doing hair.Nice to be able to pick and chose to work or not.
She got all the fortune without the trouble of the fame.
I also helped a Hungarian gay women get a job in our salon, so again back to the LGBT Hungarian connection...Seems wherever I go, I always run into a Hungarian or two.