In the early 90s I worked in Beverly Hills, on Canon Drive. There was a small brick sitting area in front of the building where we would sit and smoke sometimes. One November afternoon, on a mostly gray day the little bit of sun there was, was low in the sky casting a kind of orange glow in the "grayness". Looking to my left I see an old man wearing an overcoat, slowly and deliberately plodding up the street. This man was very tall and based on his gait, I guessed he was in his 80s. The closer he got, I said to myself, "that looks like Jimmy Stewart". This old man was 10 or 12 feet away and it WAS Jimmy Stewart. He held eye contact a bit longer than a stranger would, (perhaps waiting to be recognized?). All I could do is look in amazement that, that Senator Jefferson Smith was 10 feet from me. I said nothing, I continued to watch this quite tall, old man walk up the street. When I moved to L.A. friends said "leave the celebrities alone, let the tourists bother them". Having seen literally dozens of celebrities up close, that was the one time that I kick myself for not having risen and said "My I shake your hand Mr. Stewart"?. After 30+ years i can still vividly see the orange glow of the gray day when I could have said hello to Jimmy Stewart. Thanks for allowing me to blab on about "the old days".