My friends and I were walking around Yale University, New Haven, CT yesterday. Just taking in some of the sights,
We were looking at the statue of the first president of Yale located on the old (original) campus.The statue happens to have Roman numerals on the plaque, which I happen to be able to read, so I was translating them to my friends.
Suddenly, I heard a vaguely familiar voice over my right shoulder. "Why do they use Roman numerals on these things!". I turned to the direction of the voice in order to explain to the the now plainly visible figure of a tall, lean, gray haired gentleman why I believed Roman numerals were used instead of Arabic numerals. Finally, getting a good look at the person, who happened to be just finishing a chocolate ice cream cone, II stopped my explanation abruptly. My jaw dropped open. Because standing right before my eyes was none other than the second James Bond, George Lazenby.
"Are you George Lazenby?" I exclaimed. "Yes" he proclaimed. I offered my hand, he offered his, and we shook hands. I could not believe that I was suddenly in the presence of one of my idols! He very graciously consented to allow my friends and me to have our picture taken with him.
I couldn't believe that no one else in the area had paid any attention to him, I was the only one, it seemed, who had recognized him. During the photo session, I was explaining to my friends who we had the pleasure of meeting. Mr. Lazenby could not have been more cordial and patient as we posed with him for pictures.
I was so flabbergasted by this chance encounter, that I didn't even think to ask for his autograph, or if he would say the famous words: "Bond, James Bond" for me,
After several minutes of posing for photos, I finally thanked him, shook his hand again, and he walked away. No one else in the immediate area took notice of him.
Here are a few of the photos:
We were looking at the statue of the first president of Yale located on the old (original) campus.The statue happens to have Roman numerals on the plaque, which I happen to be able to read, so I was translating them to my friends.
Suddenly, I heard a vaguely familiar voice over my right shoulder. "Why do they use Roman numerals on these things!". I turned to the direction of the voice in order to explain to the the now plainly visible figure of a tall, lean, gray haired gentleman why I believed Roman numerals were used instead of Arabic numerals. Finally, getting a good look at the person, who happened to be just finishing a chocolate ice cream cone, II stopped my explanation abruptly. My jaw dropped open. Because standing right before my eyes was none other than the second James Bond, George Lazenby.
"Are you George Lazenby?" I exclaimed. "Yes" he proclaimed. I offered my hand, he offered his, and we shook hands. I could not believe that I was suddenly in the presence of one of my idols! He very graciously consented to allow my friends and me to have our picture taken with him.
I couldn't believe that no one else in the area had paid any attention to him, I was the only one, it seemed, who had recognized him. During the photo session, I was explaining to my friends who we had the pleasure of meeting. Mr. Lazenby could not have been more cordial and patient as we posed with him for pictures.
I was so flabbergasted by this chance encounter, that I didn't even think to ask for his autograph, or if he would say the famous words: "Bond, James Bond" for me,
After several minutes of posing for photos, I finally thanked him, shook his hand again, and he walked away. No one else in the immediate area took notice of him.
Here are a few of the photos:
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