I once heard the late Sir Terry Pratchett fart. And then he advised me where to shop for fine hats in London. (But it’s a secret.)
I made Sabine Lisicki smile. Before she was a world-famous Wimbledon finalist.
Dave Barry took MY picture as proof that we met.
At a CSN concert, Graham Nash flirted with me, instead of with the hot young twist at my side.
I raced a 1920s steam locomotive over two mountain passes, and I won. (By which I mean, I didn’t die. The train still made better time.)