Originally Posted by lefty
Newman story from another board:
"A boss I had in New York had just moved into a new house in Greenwich, CT. The doorbell rings. He opens the door. Standing there is Paul Newman with a loaf of freshly baked bread (his wife just made) and a bottle of wine. He was there to welcome his new neighbor. My boss invited him in. They drank and talked for an hour or so. He said Newman was incredibly nice and modest -- more interested in learning about my boss than talking about himself."
Cool story. Speaks volumes about the guy. I only wish the acting profession had more Newmans and less of the shallow, cause of the day shitheads that it seems filled with these days. I get physically ill when I see a story about one of these "celebrities" on TV or in the print media because I worry it speaks to a fault in Americans, the worship of the vapid, inane celebrity.