OK. The minor cast who supported me as I was starring in my own movie of my life. Not necessarily in order of appearance.
Christopher Isherwood. There's a new biography about him just published this month, and that's how I happened to think of him, though I'd read a few of his books when I was much younger. He was a writer in Europe and then a screenwriter in Hollywood before I met him. He had a casual walk-on role in my life, even for a visiting writer. We actually met once. He wore shocking pink socks. We didn't seem to hit it off, though he politely exchanged a bit about Japonisme and I a little something about samurai armor. When he was introduced at a gala assembly for students, they used my joke.
"Christopher Isherwood ... you might know him from the Broadway musical made about his life."