One summer, I worked at an art and theater camp near San Diego that Mr. Spielberg’s middle-school aged daughter attended in the summers. When “the big day” came at the end of the week for the campers to show off their work to their parents, Mr. Spielberg and his wife drove onto campus. I was doing some errands at the main administration building when a big black Lincoln pulled up beside the door. A blonde woman got out and asked me for directions to the stage where “X” (Mr. Spielberg’s daughter) was performing that day. I started to explain them to her, but since the directions were complicated, the woman stopped me and said, “You’d better give them to my husband; he’s driving” ..... who was no less than Steven Spielberg.

I also remember teaching his daughter how to sort laundry that week. I was particularly nervous because guessing from the designer tags, each load of laundry was worth about $2000. Yikes!