My sister worked at a popular restaurant in St. Louis when she was in college. So, I would have been probably 11 or 12 at the time.
One day, she was told Aeneas Williams was in the house. Being the awesome sister she is, she asked for his autograph for me. He took the time to write some nice words on a post-it and she said he was genuinely interested in me as a person (asked what I wanted to do with my life, how long was I a rams fan, who my favorite player was, etc.). A guy he had never met (and probably never will) and was asking questions like I was his nephew he hadn't seen in a while.
Class act.
