I met John Lennon and Yoko Ono when they were doing their bed-in/peace thing in Montreal in 1969.
I was fourteen at the time. A couple of friends of mine and I happily ditched school that day to go downtown to the Queen Elizabeth Hotel to wait to meet him.
We were die-hard Beatles fans, and our favourite Beatle was John.
When we met him, though, it was like a slap in the face, a real wake up call, because he couldn't have been more of a jerk. He was terrible, insulting everyone...talk about his "peace". I later learned that he was into snorting heroin at the time. I was a naive fourteen year old and didn't know squat about that.
He was a dick, but oddly, Yoko Ono was very nice. She gets a lot of flak, but she was very pleasant to us, spoke with us and smiled. She was a gracious woman.
There are pics on a Canadian site of our meeting with John Lennon and Yoko if anyone wants to see. Let me know and I will post the link for you.
Back in 1975, a boyfriend and I were sitting at our local watering hole, seedy rock and roll dive, and Art Garfunkel was sitting at the table right next to ours. The tables in this joint were pushed together. He was sitting right next to me. He was there as a band that he was promoting was playing that night. He was very quiet, and focused on the band. During breaks, he just stared straight ahead.
One girl recognized him and approached him. She had a piece of paper in her claw, and a pen. "Can I get your autograph for my mother?" she asked him.
I thought it was a hoot! Her mother!

Since Art Garfunkel was so quiet, I didn't know how he'd react, but he was very nice and signed the girl's paper and addressed it to her mother.
When the boyfriend and I left the club, perched on the boyfriend's motorcycle, almost ready to roar away into the night, I looked at the club's entrance/balcony as we were ready to go. Art Garfunkel was standing there, and caught my eye, and gave me a huge smile and waved at me.
Oh! I went to the Festival of Festivals in Toronto in '78, I think it was, and I got to dance with Donald Sutherland. Some might laugh, but trust me, this man looks so much better in real life than he does on film. He was wearing a black velvet jacket that evening, he's very tall, and his hair! It was shiny light blond. He looked fantastic.
We had to buy tickets to get booze. I drank a couple of screwdrivers, and my friend (same friend who was with me when I met Lennon) bet me that I wouldn't have the guts to ask Donald Sutherland to dance with me. Of course, I was up for the challenge, but I made my friend stake over a couple of her booze tickets lest I humiliated myself.
I drank another screwdriver and approached Donald Sutherland and asked him to dance. What a nice man, a perfect gentleman. He took me into his arms and we danced together -- to this day I can't remember the song we danced to.

He was super. He asked me what work I'd done lately, as if I was in films. I don't know if he was pulling my leg or not. "I work at Traveler's Insurance company as a secretary!" I babbled nervously. He laughed in a mellow way.
Really nice man.