Saw Mr. Harrington's entry about meeting Walt and Roy Disney in another thread and thought it would be a cool topic... 
I met Kurt Vonnegut in 1982. He was speaking at Indiana University my freshman year and had a meet-and-greet at the Union afterwards. I brought my copy of Jailbird for him to autograph--unfortunately, he stopped signing books two people before I got to him. But, I stuck around for the question-and-answer session--in which several people asked what my young, arrogant self thought were incredibly stupid questions to be asking a literary legend within their midst. It didn't help that some of them thought Venus on the Half-Shell, a novel published as by "Kilgore Trout," was one of his books. It's not. He had to repeat that fact, patiently, multiple times.
So I resolved to ask what my young, arrogant self thought was a much more intelligent question: "When you wrote Jailbird, were you aware that there really is a RAMJAC Corporation?" (Read the book; it's fantastic and it'll help the question make sense.)
He looked at me, smiled, and said "Really?"
"Yes," I said, "there is. Somewhere in Illinois."
"I'll be," he said. "Thank you for that." And then he took the next question.
My older, more humble self is most grateful his response was not "Seeing I've been writing for three times as long as you've been alive, yes, I do research my work, you arrogant little pr#ck." The way he handled made me feel like he appreciated someone was actually paying attention.

I met Kurt Vonnegut in 1982. He was speaking at Indiana University my freshman year and had a meet-and-greet at the Union afterwards. I brought my copy of Jailbird for him to autograph--unfortunately, he stopped signing books two people before I got to him. But, I stuck around for the question-and-answer session--in which several people asked what my young, arrogant self thought were incredibly stupid questions to be asking a literary legend within their midst. It didn't help that some of them thought Venus on the Half-Shell, a novel published as by "Kilgore Trout," was one of his books. It's not. He had to repeat that fact, patiently, multiple times.
So I resolved to ask what my young, arrogant self thought was a much more intelligent question: "When you wrote Jailbird, were you aware that there really is a RAMJAC Corporation?" (Read the book; it's fantastic and it'll help the question make sense.)
He looked at me, smiled, and said "Really?"
"Yes," I said, "there is. Somewhere in Illinois."
"I'll be," he said. "Thank you for that." And then he took the next question.
My older, more humble self is most grateful his response was not "Seeing I've been writing for three times as long as you've been alive, yes, I do research my work, you arrogant little pr#ck." The way he handled made me feel like he appreciated someone was actually paying attention.

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