President Obama's motorcade rolled past my home on his way to a meeting with The Public at a nearby sports facility.
His visit wasn't announced ahead of time. So how did I know what was up? I knew he would be in Virginia that week. When I noticed police officers stationed up and down the road, I went out to talk to the one at the end of my driveway and heard over his radio that the entire length of an important nearby highway had been shut down. That's never happened before or since. So I got out our US flags and displayed them — one by the roadside, one near the house — and got a glimpse as he went past.
Also, as a disgustingly adorable child I was in a series of publicity photos with a famous glamor icon / movie star, the wife of a pioneer in television comedy. Why she decided to be in my publicity photos I'll never know.