Timing Your Exodus


Have you ever been star-struck?

After living in Los Angeles for many years, I got used to working with celebrities, but before that I was just a young, inexperienced college intern knocking on the dressing room door of an Academy Award winning actor.

Known for portraying larger-than-life roles like Moses and Ben Hur, Charlton Heston was performing in the internationally acclaimed stage production of The Caine Mutiny Court Martial at the John F. Kennedy Center in Washington, D.C.

He was considered Hollywood royalty at the time and I was considered a low-life marketing intern.

But I had access and a backstage pass and moved through the catacombs of The Kennedy Center like Batman.

More importantly, my Mom loved Heston, my Aunt went to Northwestern’s Theatre school with him, and I thought he’d appreciate my popping in to say hi on their behalf, so I knocked.

On his dressing room door.

Thirty minutes before curtain call.

Knock, Knock

In my defense, he did say, “Come in.”


“Mr. Heston?” I squeaked as I poked my head through his dressing room door.

“I’m Mo and I’m an intern and I just wanted to say hi. My Mom and my Aunt are huuuuuuuuge fans.”

It was eerily silent and equally awkward.

I had goo-goo-gaa-gaa stars in my eyes and stood like a deer in the headlights.

This man-deity with a jutting-jaw, searing blue-eyes and a booming baritone voice, who was seated on his couch and still taller than me, stared at me for what seemed like an eternity.

After calmly channeling his inner-Moses, he said:

“I’m not sure who you are or where you came from, but you need to go back there. I’m on in less than thirty minutes.”

As my eyes popped out of my head and my heart fell to my feet, I backed out of a door that I was barely in to begin with and said:

“Okay, well uh, break a leg as they say.”

Timing Your Exodus

I was too naive to understand the implications of my bad timing before knocking on Heston’s door.

When I saw him after that night’s opening show, he curled a finger at me and motioned for me to come to him.

Like a magnet, I was pulled into his orbit.

Mesmerized by his see-through-me-eyes and paralyzed by his God-like persona, I couldn’t stop myself.

Trance like, I kept moving ever so closely to him, imagining an unimaginable ending for myself.

I couldn’t resist his allure, but did manage to run a lightning-speed exit strategy through my brain.

If he starts channeling his Moses again and smashing me over the head with some stone tablets, I will hurl myself onto the Kennedy Center’s Eisenhower stage and channel my best sacrificial little lamb.


“What is your mother’s name” he asked, firmly pressing his incredibly large hand onto my shoulder.

Oh my gosh, he’s going to call my mother! I thought.

“Mom,” I said.

Taking the Playbill out of my hand and a pen out of his pocket, he smiled.

What should I call her?


And then he signed my Playbill:

“Jean, your daughter has to work on her timing, but she’s a nice kid.” ~ Charlton Heston

He was an epic film hero and an Academy Award winning movie star.

Women adored him and men wanted to be him, but he made me feel like the Queen of the Kennedy Center.

And, a hero to my mom when I gave her that autographed Playbill!!!!!

Someone said the other day that it’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.

Robert F. Kennedy said:

“Each time a man stands up for an idea, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.”

Here’s to the importance of being nice today and to the ripple effects of hope in our future.

Until next time,

Please feel free to share any of your life’s most embarrassing moments.






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12 Responses to “Timing Your Exodus”

  1. BethJanuary 26, 2017 at 10:29 pm #

    Cool story. I wonder, if I had the chance now to say a coupla words to him, it’d probably be ‘Sandy hook’. (Can’t help it…)

    • MO VEARJanuary 27, 2017 at 10:06 am #


      If only I knew then what I know now.

  2. GTJanuary 20, 2017 at 11:29 pm #

    A geat story Mo. Your description of the the encounter is wonderful. Made me feel the man’s charisma. Did you know he stopped in at Don & Honey’s golf ranch? I believe he arrived in a chariot!


    • MO VEARJanuary 22, 2017 at 11:35 am #

      Thanks, GT.

      I had no idea that he stopped in at the Golf Ranch! I wish I had had a chance to talk to someone about that!
      Thanks for reading and writing in. 🙂

  3. JerryJanuary 20, 2017 at 9:29 pm #

    If Moses forgives your trespasses, can you do any less?

    • MO VEARJanuary 22, 2017 at 11:33 am #

      Ha, great comment, Jerry! Thanks! 🙂

  4. AndrewJanuary 20, 2017 at 5:51 pm #

    Too bad he didn’t sign it to Mom….good to know being naive humbles the best of them…

    • MO VEARJanuary 22, 2017 at 11:33 am #

      That would have been funny! His humility is definitely more meaningful now. 🙂

  5. Gloria VearJanuary 20, 2017 at 5:18 pm #

    We had the honor of having our picture taken with Charlton Heston when Kelly Vear Cool was the event programmer when Spence Abraham was running for the U.S. Senate from Michigan. Charlton came to Michigan for a fund raiser for Spence and we were asked to help. For $1.000 you could have your picture taken but we were free because we were helping. I think about 1987.

    • MO VEARJanuary 22, 2017 at 11:30 am #

      Well that was well worth it!

      Hi Glo, What a fun memory. Thanks so much for sharing! 🙂

  6. JENNYJanuary 20, 2017 at 5:00 pm #

    Mo, what an experience for you. Something to tell your kids and now your readers. Charlton Heston is an all time leader, role model or whatever you want to call him.
    Glad he called you back and you got to give your mom the Playbill. Your mom was probably more than pleased and star struck.

    • MO VEARJanuary 22, 2017 at 11:28 am #

      Hi Jenny,

      Great to hear from you. It was fun to remember this and retell! 🙂 His humility is definitely more meaningful to me now!
      Thanks for writing! 🙂 Mo

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