When I was ten, my dad took my brother and I on a trip to Boston. We were having breakfast in the hotel, and the only other person eating was him. My dad asked him if he was out looking at schools for his son, and John picked up his plate, walked over, and joined us for breakfast. My dad and him chatted it up like old friends, while my brother and I just sat there dumbfounded (as locals to the raider legacy, we were well familiar wit what was happening)
That's the type of man he was.