Cool stories. Yeah, they are just people like you and me but sometimes it's a thrill nonetheless.

I met Tommy Makem a couple of times, and him and a Clancy together once.

I used to go to work at 5AM when I was on airport construction projects. One project was at Deer Lake, NF. I entered the air terminal building at shortly after zero five dark hundred hours and rang out a song because the place reverberated when empty. I belted out "It was on the 23rd of June as I sat weavin all on my loom..." (or whatever it was sooo long ago) and a voice FILLED the room in response with the next line. He sang the rest of the song while I stood jaw-dropped. He motioned me to join in but I shook my head no.

Clancy was trying to sleep on the uncomfortable airport chairs with them there eye covers and he was not pleased. I wasn't very sympathetic. A private concert with, as a Newfie buddy called him, the man "wit a troat like a gannet." We had tea in my office and chatted. I mostly told him jokes on accounta I didn't know what else to say... I actually was "star struck"... honestly... I was. I still treasure that encounter.