I once sat next to pro NFL quarterback Kenny Stabler on a 3 hour flight. We only introduced ourselves with first names. We drank several complimentary miniatures, while discussing politics, religion, sex, current events…everything but religion - and I made no attempt to go there.

At the conclusion of the flight, as we were getting up to debark, he turned to me and asked me, “You DO know who I am, don’t you?” “Sure, Mr. Stabler”, I replied, “but I figured you were tired as hell of talking nothing but football all the time.”

He gave me a broad smile, shook my hand, said “Thank you”, and walked away.