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Hell, even Linda Blair was a local girl.
Alright - this is a perfect time to tell my "Linda Blair Story" as I call it.
Mid '90's. I'm in high school. It's around Halloween time when they do a lot of those Halloween themed attractions with haunted houses, hay rides, etc.
A friend and I go to one that was in its first (and as happens last) year. There was nobody at this thing. I mean it's absolutely empty.
Linda Blair is there to sign autographs. She's sitting at a picnic table by herself so my friend and I go up to get her autograph. Because there's not a soul there we end up just talking to her for a good long while.
Behind us is a small stage and out comes Tiny Tim. He lived in the area (suburban Minneapolis) because his wife lived there. He looks out and sees just the 3 of us at a picnic table. He shrugs his shoulders, says in that high pitched voice of his "alright, I guess it's just you guys," and brings out the ukulele.
And there I sat with Linda freaking Blair getting a private performance of "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim.
Best $10 I ever spent