Not a brush with fame, but a brush with faux-fame...
Back in the late 80s I was elk hunting in Colorado with my stepfather Duane and his brother Norm. We had been out for about a week and decided we needed a break so we drove into Glenwood Springs where we checked into a hotel and had some much needed showers. Well, after that we went to dinner at the Hotel Colorado. We were sitting there looking at the menus and we gradually became aware that people were staring at us. We joked that even after our showers we probably looked a bit rough but it was like we couldn't be that unusual a sight during hunting season.
Just after placing our order, a guy walked up to our table and looked Norm square in the eye and said...
"Mr Nelson, I hate to bother you but I'm one of your biggest fans and just had to get your autograph!"
Well, Duane and I are looking at each other in disbelief and I started to say something when I got kicked in the shin.
Just then Norm spoke up...
"Why of course sir!
and signed the paper the guy had handed him.
The signature... Willy Nelson...
After that, at least a half dozen people came over and Norm blithly signed each piece of paper... Willy Nelson, Willy Nelson, Willy Nelson...
Somehow we managed to keep straight faces even when the waiter said that dinner was on the restaurant (we refused this offer of course) but when we left we busted out laughing.
Norm then explained that that happened to him all of the time and he normally told folks he wasn't Willie, but this time he was just in a mood and decided to roll with it.
At least he had the presence of mind to spell "Willie" wrong... but to this day, a bunch of folks probably have "Willy Nelson" signatures proudly hung on their walls.
Mike