25 years ago I lived in New Jersey next to an old guy. Out in the country, just up the road from the old Edison Cement Factory (then just a few walls still standing). I would mow his yard, and then have a beer and chat. He would talk about the old days.
He used to work at the cement factory as a kid. Would measure the cement for weight, clean up, and bring Tommy his sandwiches when he was there. Also was Tommy’s errand boy for other things.
After a few evenings of these conversations it finally struck me. “Tommy? You mean Thomas Edison!!!???” (”Well who the h&*$ to you think I’ve been talking about!?”)
Priceless!