In February 2009 my wife and I were at John Wayne Airport in Orange County, California catching a red eye back to New Jersey after visiting our son.
I was standing in line behind an attractive woman waiting to get our Starbucks fix. A man dressed in a warmup suit and an Angels baseball cap came up to the woman in front of me and gave her some paperwork. I recognized him as Rod Carew, who still lives in the Anaheim area.
I quickly jumped out of line to get from my wife a pen and something to write on. Rod and I chatted a bit - I told him how I remember him killing Yankee pitching - and he kindly gave me his signature.
He was very nice, but at 6:00 AM tired just like the rest of us mere mortals.
