Anyone remember the creator of Peanuts?

[mtnairlover]

I met Charles Schultz way back in either '71 or '73 in Santa Rosa. That was his home. My brother and I were visiting my grandmother and she took us to the ice skating rink he had built/owned (can't remember). I bought a Peanuts book and he signed it for me. That was the first and only thing a celeb has actually signed for me. I subsequently lost it a couple of years later.

Anyway, the reason(s) for the post? There's a biography out that talks about his life and which brings a completely different light to the man and author...http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071019/en_nm/arts_schulz_dc. My question after reading that is how much do people who write actually put into their writing? I mean, can we really tell who a person is just by the way they write, or what they write?

[Mac020]

Before he was famous Charles Shultz lived in Pueblo. He would draw his characters on the basement walls. There's a story about somebody buying his house as a church parsonage and painting over them.

[Beotch]

Interesting, but not surprising. From a psychological standpoint, artists in general are typically a "tortured" group of people with varying degrees of psychosis.

[mtnairlover]

Pychosis? Yeah, ok so we're all a tad nuts, cuz ya might as well place writers in that category of "artists":-D

[pilot]

That was a nice story Cathy. Perhaps a few others have a story about the most famous person they met or have a bit of memorabilia from.

I was X-country skiing with a friend in the back country around Vail back in the early 80's we had been on the trail for an hour or so and in need of a rest we sat down on one of those benches they put up on the trails when this guy with his hood up, as it was snowing, skied up and stopped.

We offered him some traditional wine, cheese and crackers out of our pack. We chatted for a while about the weather and the atmosphere around Vail. Then, without notice this guy asked us if we wanted to come to a party in town at his place and that a few folks would be there. Of course, being ski bums, working at a resort, one always takes up free food, drink and music. The snow was getting heavy as he wrote down his address and gave it to us. As he skied away he tossed off his hood and said, "Man, what a fuckin' beautiful day!". We looked at each other with jaws agape.

Later that night we partied till we fell down... at Jack Nicholson's place.

Then there was Clint Eastwood and a couple of hotties, but that's another story. Ahhh, Vail.