The Fonz
	My friend, Jay, stopped at a service station on his way home from work to fill up with gas. As he stood at the pump filling his tank, he was mindlessly glancing around as we all do. He noticed at the other island of pumps, about 40 feet away, there was a reasonably large motor home. He could see a woman's bare feet propped up on the dash on the passenger's side. That's all he could see at that angle. His eyes lazily wandered toward the back of the RV. A man was standing there also pumping gas. Jay soon realized he had unexpectedly locked eyes with Henry Winkler. Jay quietly nodded, as if to say, "You're Henry Winkler. I recognize you." And Henry Winkler quietly nodded back as if to say, "Yes, it's me. Thank you for just quietly letting me be." The next day Jay read that Mr. Winkler was in Tampa performing at a dinner theater or somewhere. And that's all there was. No one spoke. Nothing needed to be said. It was just something that unexpectedly happened and I thought it was an interesting, cool story. Lash Out Loud