Not my mom, my friend’s mom, although I worked for her for a while. The great Murray the Camel story she told was that she was walking down MIchigan Avenue one day and saw Murray walking her way. As he approached she said, “Murray!,” but he just walked right by her like he didn’t know her. She was like “wtf?” A few days later she and her husband were at a restaurant and Humphreys came up to their table. “Jane, I’m sorry about the other day, but the FBI guys were tailing me and I didn’t want them to get on you, too.”