Many, MANY years ago.... New Year's Eve 1990/1991 in fact, I was at Magic Kingdom with my wife and 3 1/2 year old son.... we were closing down the park since it was the last night of our trip, and it was open to either 1 or 2 a.m.... Sometime well after midnight, the park was pretty much cleared out (this was pre EMH)... My son loved the Star Jets and wanted one last ride, so never having been a fan of that line, I sent wife and son off while I roamed about.
As I came closer to the teacups, I did a double-take. Sitting by himself in a fairly dark corner on the short brick wall that surrounds that clump of trees --- was none other than George Lucas (!). Trying to be casual, I walked past, gave the non-committal head-nod and then double-backed. By the time I circled around for another pass (tongue-tied and trying to figure out what to say), two teenage girls had approached and were giving him the "you're not really him" routine. So, he pulls out his wallet to show his driver's license. The girls squealed (I did not, restraining myself).
My wife, of course, had the backpack with pen, paper scraps, napkins, and camera in it, while I had bupkis. These were prehistoric times with no cellphone cameras. So, I tore back to the StarJet line to grab them (or the camera).... of course, they had already gone up the elevator.
Needless to say, when I made it back, George was gone baby gone. My wife never believed me... To this day, I blame my son and those damn StarJets.
Presumably he was there working on Star Tours, which had not yet opened.
As I came closer to the teacups, I did a double-take. Sitting by himself in a fairly dark corner on the short brick wall that surrounds that clump of trees --- was none other than George Lucas (!). Trying to be casual, I walked past, gave the non-committal head-nod and then double-backed. By the time I circled around for another pass (tongue-tied and trying to figure out what to say), two teenage girls had approached and were giving him the "you're not really him" routine. So, he pulls out his wallet to show his driver's license. The girls squealed (I did not, restraining myself).
My wife, of course, had the backpack with pen, paper scraps, napkins, and camera in it, while I had bupkis. These were prehistoric times with no cellphone cameras. So, I tore back to the StarJet line to grab them (or the camera).... of course, they had already gone up the elevator.
Needless to say, when I made it back, George was gone baby gone. My wife never believed me... To this day, I blame my son and those damn StarJets.
Presumably he was there working on Star Tours, which had not yet opened.
