Did not bother him for autograph or selfie. Not my style. Still kinda cool run in....
Indulge me here folks....
I have this shirt that my wife gave me. It is a polo shirt with the NASA meatball on it. It also had "Goddard flight Institute " written on it. This is a Maryland NASA think tank.
I once wore this shirt on a plane only to have the flight attendant point to it and say "Do you work for NASA?".
Well, I did not want to lie, but I did not want to tell the truth either. So, I did the next best thing. I looked her straight in the eye and said "I'm sorry Ma'am, but I just can't talk about it.". She nodded and, in a very shy fashion, offered me a free drink.
With this experience in mind, here comes my brush with fame. Once, when I was down in Tampa, I was at a Titanic museum exhibit. I was looking at a video demonstration, when I felt a tug on my sleeve.
I looked down to see this little old lady who was pointing at my shirt.
"Do you work for NASA?" she asked.
Learning from past experience, and thinking that I would be giving "Edna" something to talk about when playing canasta with the girls back at the condo, I gave my now standard response of "I'm sorry Ma'am, I just can't talk about it".
Then she did something rather unexpected. She looked me in the eye, nodded and said.. "I more than understand. My Husband has worked for NASA for years.". She then pulled her husband over.
It was Buzz Aldrin.
Buzz had a rather annoyed look on his face, almost as if to say to his wife "How many times must I tell you to NOT POINT ME OUT IN PUBLIC????".
I am happy to say that, although star struck" I did the respectable and polite thing. I leaned into Buzz, and said very quietly "I am a true admirer of your work. Enjoy the exhibit.". I then simply walked away and let him be.
At the end of the exhibit, I was leaning against a wall waiting for the Mrs to come out of the bathroom. I looked to my left only to see Buzz doing the same thing.
This time he leaned into me and said "how about I sign that shirt". Stunned, I said "sure". I borrowed a black sharpie and he put a big autograph across the back. It is not one of my prized possessions.
Respect and class is a two way street I guess.