I have a great Paul Newman story!
I grew up riding a few minutes from Gladstone in the 70's-80's. Every year, we used to go and watch USET finals with my trainer. Of course, Clea was a staple in the Eq ring. Beautiful rider. Typically, both her mom and dad would watch. They would stand on opposite sides of the ring. Her mom always had a big sun bonnet. You could pick her out because of the big sunglasses and hat.
Well, my mom has very poor vision and would walk closer to the ring to watch while most of us would sit on bleachers behind her. Sure enough, one year she plops herself right next to Paul Newman. She turned around at one point to check on me and we all were waving to get her attention.
And it went something like this...
"WHAT? WHY ARE YOU WAVING? WHO ARE YOU POINTING AT? PAUL WHO? PAUL NEWMAN? NO. HE ISN'T PAUL NEWMAN. HE IS TOO SHORT TO BE PAUL NEWMAN. ARE YOU PAUL NEWMAN?"
"Oh, well nice to meet you!"
Godspeed Mr. Newman. You were a great horse show dad! :cool: