About a dozen years ago I was in MSP waiting to catch a flight home when I saw an old gentleman sporting a mustache and a straw hat in line to board a flight to LAX. No mistaking who he was. I was in uniform and introduced myself- he and his wife could not have been kinder. We chatted for a bit, and when it was time to board he asked if I was joining them for the ride home, and that maybe we could sit together and continue the conversation.
Wish that I had. The man is a national treasure.