Frank Sinatra
When I was 15 (so this was circa 1966), I was walking on Park Ave. in New York, around 50th, on the East Side of the Street. I recognized him, walking with another guy, and stopped him. “Excuse Me, Mr. Sinatra, but could I shake your hand?” He stopped, took off his glove and said “What’s your name, son?” and was totally gracious.
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