So sitting in front of me on this flight is Bill Russell, the all-time great center from the Boston Celtics heyday. He’s very easily recognizable.
I’d been weighing whether or not to say something to him, although I didn’t have any brilliant ideas. I also thought about whether or not to ask him for an autograph.
The women several rows up just helped to answer my question. She came bouncing back with her husband’s hat in her hand, and politely asked Mr. Russell for his signature. And he politely declined.
It must be a hassle getting interrupted all the time. I watched people walk down the aisle, trying to make eye contact with him. On the way to the rental car place, people all over would recognize him and shout out "Hey Bill!" … which would definitely get old.