I worked at a camp for chronically ill kids when I was in college. It was pretty much funded through Paul Newman, the Orlando Magic, Disney and Universal Studios. They kept telling us one week during the first summer I was working there to "keep an eye out" for a few celebrities who would be stopping by but wanted to be treated "just like anyone else."
Everything on the tables during meals was pretty much Newman's Own... from the lemonade to the cookies. One little kid was sitting on a bench at the "celebrity-cum-regular-people table" and kept asking why all the grown-ups were staring at them.
One of the counselors said, "Well, it's because we're lucky enough to be sitting with Paul Newman."
The kid said, "Who's that?"
"A movie star."
"What was he in?"
"Stuff from before you were born."
"Oh."
"He's the guy on the salad dressing."
"Who is?"
"That guy... Paul Newman," the counselor pointed.
The kid picked up the bottle, looked at Paul Newman and said, "Nuh-uh... that's not you, you're OLD."
I thought Newman was going to choke on his lunch, he was laughing so hard. Norman Swartzkopf (spelled wrong, I'm sure) was there, too, and he turned purple trying not to laugh at the billionaire. I don't think that kiddo ever did figure out why it was so funny. But, man, he's looking really, really old.
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