Kind of an amusing story I suppose:

During the summer of 2003, I worked on a small independent film that was shooting in Western Massachusetts.  The male lead was J.D. Cullum, who is the son of noted stage & small screen (and occasional big screen) actor John Cullum (SHENANDOAH, 1776 and "Northern Exposure").  I guess the son (or the filmmakers) pulled a small favor, and his father had a bit-part towards the end of the film, in which I acted face-to-face with the noted thespian.  My (future) wife and mother-in-law were both over-the-moon that I was working with "the" John Cullum, and he even graciously signed my wife's vinyl copy of SHENANDOAH (which she ordered me to bring to set!).

Cut to about 6 months later, and I heard through another actor on the film that entire project caved-in... the film was being directed by two college-age filmmakers, and rumor was that their relationship went kaput during post-production--because they both were fighting for the affections of the film's script girl.  So that little movie (titled "Help Wanted," I believe), never saw the light of day.

Cue over 20 years later, and my son was watching one of the seasons of the new TED series on Peacock... JD Cullum (the son) had a small bit part as a butler of some kind, and I didn't even recognize him at first.  When I read the credits, I exclaimed to my son, "Hey!!  I worked with that guy once!  AND his dad!!!"

I genuinely had to keep fighting the urge to tell him that I was indeed man enough for Megaforce.

Oh, and Debbie Gibson. 

OH! And Leonard Bernstein in college! 

He went to go see "THE PEE-WEE HERMAN SHOW ON BROADWAY", and as he was leaving after the show, a handler told him that "Mister Reubens liked his look" (He has a bit of an old-school 80's rocker look from another era) and wanted to get his number. He figured it was a joke so played along.

A day or so later, he got a call from a blocked number. He remembered that exchange so he figured what the hell and picked up. It was Paul Ruebens. They had a conversation and asked if he was interested in hanging out. Again, my friend said sure. Ruebens told him the apartment that he was staying at on the Upper West Side and they arranged a time to meet up. At this point my friend was suspicious, telling friends about this supposed meetup, and somewhat-in-jest, if nobody hears from him the next day to call the police. So, my friend met Ruebens at his apartment, and they.....just hung out and watched movies together. They parted ways after that and that was that.

I had to ask him "Did you mention to him that you once owned his Matchbox pulltoy?" (when we were teens I remember he actually did have one).

Even before his death, it was well-known that this was just the sort of thing that Paul Ruebens liked to do with fans.