What's Your Claim to Fame?
Feb 20, 2025 10:35AM ● By Jen Gennaro
Tell us your story to be featured in the April issue!
It’s Summer 2001 in the Catacombs in Rome—a dark, damp, ancient burial place. My fake Oakley sunglasses are pushed up on my head. The small tour had just gotten started, when all of a sudden, someone very official rushes in and begins whispering in Italian to the guide. She begins flapping her hands. “WE HAVE JUST RECEIVED WORD….THAT OUR GROUP…WILL BE JOINED…BY THE AMERICAN ACTOR…DAVID HASSELHOFF!!!!”
The crowd goes wild. Just kidding. I was the only one in the group who cared enough about Mitch Buchanan to lose my mind. The Hoff, his wife and his young daughters, joined our group. Yes, he was wearing Baywatch clothes. Fully branded, even six feet under. I worked diligently to ingratiate myself into the Hasselhoff family. Perhaps they’d see me as the helpful but quirky nanny they never knew their girls needed? Perhaps not.
It’s Summer 2001 in the Catacombs in Rome—a dark, damp, ancient burial place. My fake Oakley sunglasses are pushed up on my head. The small tour had just gotten started, when all of a sudden, someone very official rushes in and begins whispering in Italian to the guide. She begins flapping her hands. “WE HAVE JUST RECEIVED WORD….THAT OUR GROUP…WILL BE JOINED…BY THE AMERICAN ACTOR…DAVID HASSELHOFF!!!!”
The crowd goes wild. Just kidding. I was the only one in the group who cared enough about Mitch Buchanan to lose my mind. The Hoff, his wife and his young daughters, joined our group. Yes, he was wearing Baywatch clothes. Fully branded, even six feet under. I worked diligently to ingratiate myself into the Hasselhoff family. Perhaps they’d see me as the helpful but quirky nanny they never knew their girls needed? Perhaps not.
Anyway–have you had a brush with fame? Did you act a fool, or play it cool? Tell us all about it here!
