Bill Pullman

My husband called on the phone from his shop, located a short distance from our farmhouse: "Bill Pullman is here. Would you like to come out and meet him?" I went out and saw a smiling, friendly man, who had just brought his old "weedwhacker" to be repaired by my husband. I was shy, but my husband asked if Bill would pose for a picture with me. "Sure," he said, and put his arm around my shoulder. I e-mailed the picture to my relatives, who apparently didn't open the attachment for fear of a virus. I told a couple friends, who didn't recognize the name, and my 15 seconds of glory was over. Unless, that is, you decide to use my story!!!