Bloggers I like react to Leonard Nimoy’s passing:
:: Not much of an anecdote, I know, but it’s all I’ve got. I really didn’t know the man but if that’s what he was always like, I wish I had. (This is a great anecdote.)
:: To be honest, I think I felt more grief yesterday than I did when I lost my real grandfathers, neither of whom I was close with. But Leonard… ah, Leonard I felt like I gotten to know, and I liked him. It’s not the loss of “Spock” I’ve been mourning. It’s the kind, good-humored old Jewish man with the quick smile and the big laugh and the unmistakable voice, the lively wit and strong sense of social justice, the celebrity who seemed genuinely concerned for his fans when he urged them to learn from his example and stay away from cigarettes.… (Jason has to outlive me so he can write my obit. That might be inconvenient for him, as I plan to live to the age of 137, but them’s the breaks.)
From the Facebook of Bob Eggleton
Interesting Leonard Nimoy story. He recalled when he was making INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS in 1978, he and the cast stayed at what was apparently a tad of a dive of a motel/hotel. He came in one night to find all his clothing -BUT no money or his wallet-missing. He called the police. He then received a strange phone call in which the caller told him he was *wearing* all of his stolen clothing. Nimoy said "I would like my clothing back please and I shall not press charges" and the caller told him not to worry that it would be returned in the morning. Sure enough there was a bag at his door with all of his missing clothing, cleaned, and neatly ironed and folded. He said it was the single weirdest thing that ever happened to him…
Hey, I can do 140, no problem! 😉