Yep, I sold my track team's candy bars to actor George Kennedy alongside my little sister.
You don't know him until you seem him, he's the guy who made a serious (failed) movie...then spoofed himself years later. That's cool in my book. (As well as a bunch of other popular stuff.)
My sister and I were -- unbeknown to us at the time -- temporarily living in a fancy neighborhood in the Channel Islands Harbor area of Oxnard, California. Looking back as an adult ... my dad's pretty sweet boat on the dock behind our house should've tipped us off that we weren't living in a normal situation.
But he was our track team coach. And one hell of a crazy-ass coach. In life and track.
Plus, I was from Colorado and my little 'sis was from Texas (we moved a lot.). So we had a motherlode of candy bars to sell to prove our worth to the current team.
So onward we went.
Three blocks and five doors away, a beautiful blonde woman opened the door and just blindly handed us money. I noticed there was a fairly large tree planted in the foyer behind her and thought it was cool. But she