In the early 1960s my family lived in Sumter SC and Bobby Richardson’s parents were our neighbors. One day my brother was playing baseball in the street with other neighbor kids and hit a “homerun” over their fence - oops, Bobby’s car (a brand new Jaguar) was parked in the back yard and yes, the ball hit it. My brother (and Mother) was mortified but Mr. Richardson just laughed and said no big deal! I remember when Mickey Mantle died; I was living in Houston and there was a news flash that he’d died that morning in Dallas. I was in absolute tears when my boss walked into my office and immediately thought something had happened to my parents. When I said “no, Mickey Mantle died today” and he looked at me like I was nuts and said “and that’s why you’re so upset?” I replied, “Yes, growing up I was sure he was going to wait for me to grow up so he could marry me.” My boss just walked out shaking his head! True stories.