About only premeditated event was catching Audrey (starring in a SFWarfield Theatre production as ... Gigi!) and a thoroughly impressive portrayal of That ingenue, too..
Seeing the sneak preview in Pasadena, of Roman Holiday? Ditto. Who Knew!? I would witness the birth of a pixyish Legend.

{{sigh}}

Hell, I have an 'autograph' of Sir John Cockroft, who once lectured a tad at The Institute. Shoulda thanked him in advance: for that Cockroft-Walton 500 KV stack in the original ion source.
Thus, at two venues I have just happened to bump into several Giants (with those legendary shoulders-with-footpads) while, just-missing a few I'd like to have briefly chatted up.

Methinks that Memoirs are ~ for people who demonstrably assimilated / made use of all such brilliance acquired (through osmosis?) by later er, doing insanely-Great stuff.
Just an Observer though; early on I realized my preference to play with all the intricate nonesuch Toys, to some lesser purpose than.. inculcating Everything about some specialty and ... ...
You Know: toiling like Sisyphus evermore.. in search of [The New]

We also serve who only stand and kibitz.. magnifying the Absurdity of All and Everything, aka
The Miracle! that ... "there is Anything At All"--including *Oneself*



* An 'entity' {?} which, how/where/when-ever It exists: remains always a gigantic {???}
Maybe we get a Clue in the final brain shutdown..? Maybe Not. This 'It' seeks no Certainties
--those ego-derived phantasms suck the Life out of every moment, methinks :-)