My brush with greatness:
So that's my Ted Turner story.
We sailed up to about 30 feet from the course line (we both knew how
to read buoys and how a regatta course works) and luffed our sail and
hung out in that spot to watch. Ted Turner sailed by on his boat
(whose name I have forgotten) and glared at us and then shook his fist
and called us "stupid cocksuckers" and something else we couldn't
hear. We were like, "Uh, wut?"
In <10tg32n$hmi$1@reader1.panix.com> SURNAME@panix.removethispart.com (J.D. Baldwin) writes:
My brush with greatness:
[snip]
So that's my Ted Turner story.
Mine:
mid 1980's, when Ted was (at least per the publicity)
looking at buying CBS.
dannyb was staffing an ambulance (no patient) heading
north on 6th avenue [a] and we saw Mr. Turner on the
sidewalk near (what was then) the CBS building at
52nd street. (AKA the "Black Rock" building).
We stopped for a second and I called out to him something
like "Mr. Turner, hope you succeed!". He looked back
and said something like "I'm working on it".
[a] damn anyone who pretends it has another name.
On Wed, 6 May 2026 18:59:36 -0000 (UTC), SURNAME@panix.removethispart.com (J.D. Baldwin) wrote:
We sailed up to about 30 feet from the course line (we both knew how
to read buoys and how a regatta course works) and luffed our sail and
hung out in that spot to watch. Ted Turner sailed by on his boat
(whose name I have forgotten) and glared at us and then shook his fist
and called us "stupid cocksuckers" and something else we couldn't
hear. We were like, "Uh, wut?"
I wonder what he was like in situations where he could potentially be
punched in the face for behaving like that.
[snip]My brush with greatness:
[snip]So that's my Ted Turner story.
Mine:
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