Bill Clinton recognized me nearly 20 years later. He was leaning up against a street whore ~ had her trapped between himself and a side door on a pickup truck he'd borrowed. For whatever reason he'd taken her to Jerry's and as I drove by just at that moment he turned around and waved like he knew me ~ and he did. I told all the folks at work I'd just seen Bill Clinton. That's when I found out his Presidential campaign headquarters was in a new (but uncompleted) office building just South of our building.
Gal across the hall had worked for one of the Udall boys in Congress. She used to loan her apartment out on weekends. That's how Bill, Hil, and another woman ended up in that apartment, and I didn't just open the door. There was puke coming in under the door and there was that woman Bill married ~ Hillary ~ right there upchucking.
She didn't ever offer to clean it up.