So you think I'm Newman?

Well guess again. For some reason, I constantly get email thinking that I am either

a) actually Newman or b) know how to get in touch with him.

So, to save you all the trouble I'll answer these 2 questions here....

a) I am not, nor will I ever be, NEWMAN. Sorry, I'm 25, and female about as far from being Newman as possible. Let's reiterate: My name is Casey Davis, and I am not Paul Newman. Now that I have apologized profusely for not being Newman, let's move on.

b) As far as being able to track down Newman, that is another story. I get requests from people who want to send him screenplays, gifts or thank you letters for signed photos that their mother received 20 years ago. People wonder how they can meet with him or how to get in touch with them, thinking that by only meeting him, their lives will some how change. I have worked in the entertainment industry, so that interaction with "celebrity" does not phase me anymore (though a meeting with Newman would surely leave me speechless) but I am often (bothered? annoyed? ashamed?) by people who are star struck. How does your life change by getting an autograph or a photograph or even a four course meal out of the celebrity? My feelings toward one's pursuit of celebrities is mixed. While I believe that celebrities should be afforded privacy like everyone else, I also believe that they do owe a small debt to the fans, the ones that have paid their salaries through buying movie tickets, record albums or indirectly through advertising dollars. As far as Newman is concerned though, I'm slightly more protective. I feel that when a person reaches a certain age, we should respect their wishes. So I am going to share with you my attempted meeting with Newman, which occured when I was working with an organization and we wanted to present him with an award for his humanitarian efforts. What I received was a form letter, of sorts, with a short accompanying note, typed by his assistant, but signed by him. While I was mad at first that he didn't accept our invitation, eventually I think these items only increased my respect for him and heightened my awareness for celebrity privacy.

The (abridged) contents of the personalized note were:

March 4, 1996
I thank you for your note, and I am, indeed, honored. However, the enclosed letter to the White House explains, I think, my present disposition about occasions of this sort; a resolution which was made on my 70th birthday and is yet to be violated.

I hope that you do not find my position disagreeably isolationist - only isolationist.
Best personal wishes, PLN

The accompanying letter was a photocopy of a letter originally sent to President and Mrs. Clinton:

August 14, 1995
Dear President & Mrs. Clinton:

Joanne and I have been notified in regard to the Capital Endowment Arts Medal. We are both, of course, honored and touched especially since the nominees have been had picked by your good offices.

It's with some considerable difficulty that we decline --- with the following observation : In Thorton Wilders' "Our Town", the mother says to her daughter, "you are pretty enough for all normal purposes." More would constitute gorging. The trick, we have decided, is to avoid this rampant social disease called "Honorrhea" and its sister, which I refer to as "Noisy Philanthropy."

I hope you are both sympathetic to our position that we may sit down and tend our flowers. Best personal wishes, PLN

So there you have it. That's what I know. I do not discourage anyone from sending me mail, I will do my best at attempting to answer your questions, and I will try to let everyone know before posting your question of the still evolving message board.