About 15 years ago Tim Allen lived in a farm like place in Michigan with a barn. A friend of mine was summoned to go to his address, not knowing who owned the place, to do some home repairs. My friend knocked on the door and introduced himself and the purpose of his visit. Then he realized it was Tim Allen and blurted out his name as a question. Tim said, it is me and showed him what he wanted done. Then he asked my friend if he liked cars, and my friend said, “I’m a Detoiter, of course I do”. So Time walked him to the barn and showed him around the collection of cars. My friend was enthralled and grateful. Then Tim said he had some things to do, so he was leaving. He then told my friend if he finishes up early to take a ride in his choice of cars, the keys are on a rack near the door and he left.
My friend finished in just a couple hours, did a great job as he always did and went for a ride in two different cars. Like my friend said, “I was in heaven”. As he was putting things away in his truck and cleaning up a bit more when Tim came back and asked if he had a chance to drive anything. My friend said, “Oh yes, I drove the flathead Ford and the Corvette”. Then he thanked Tim a lot and went on his way.
I’d say Tim Allen is a great guy in real life.
Allen was born in Denver, Colorado, on June 13, 1953. He is the third oldest of six children of Martha Katherine (née Fox), a community-service worker, and Gerald M. Dick, a real estate agent.[1][2] Allen has two older brothers, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. His father died in a car accident in November 1964, colliding with a drunk driver when Allen was 11.[1][3] Two years later, his mother married her high school sweetheart, a business executive,[2] and moved with her six children to Birmingham, Michigan, to be with her new husband and his three children.[4] Allen has said the move meant going from "being in a cool group at one school to being at the bottom [of the social hierarchy at another]."[5]
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