Robin Williams. A great guy, an inspiration, a brilliant light.
I worked with Robin on the film "The World According to Garp." Nervous actors milled about waiting for instructions from director George Roy Hill and maintained a respectable distance from the star because you weren't supposed to complicate the shot schedule by saying something stupid like, "Hey, I really enjoy your work."
As if to say "We are doing this scene together, guys, let's have some fun," Robin came over to us and cracked a joke about our wardrobe assignments.
The irony there was the outfit I happened to be given by the costume designer. It was an exact duplicate of Robin's own wardrobe. Same pants, shirt, and even light weather jacket.
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He looked at me, we realized the coincidence at the same moment, and I said something dumb like, "Maybe they'll give me your paycheck."
He came back immediately with the reply, "In that case, buy me lunch."
There are precious few role models in any discipline who can make you think, make you appreciate, and make you laugh and do it all with a sense of humility and grace.
Those few guys, great inspirations, brilliant lights may now enfold the man Robin Williams as flights of angels sing him to his rest. What dreams may come ...