Late one night in the early ’70s, I was in a Vons on Sunset near Beverly Hills, when I spotted Leonard Nimoy. Mr. Spock.
“Wow!”, I thought to myself, “One of my TV heros!”
He was alone and was pushing an overloaded grocery cart, with a number of boxes of Huggies, as well as many groceries.
I thought, “Oh. He’s just a regular guy, living his life. Not everything in it is exciting.”