About 12 years ago a friend of mine and I traveled out to Jackson Wyoming for a week of fishing. Our flight originated in Cincinnati and went to Salt Lake City, Then a puddle jumper to Jackson airport. While in Salt Lake City the next airplane we were scheduled for developed engine problems and there was a long delay. As we sat in the airport waiting we started a game, Guessing how many people we would see with fly rods in the hands before our flight was ready for departure. The loser of the game would have to buy the beers when we landed in Jackson Wyoming. If you've ever traveled through Salt Lake City airport you would know exactly what I mean every other person has a flyrod with them. We both guessed at number and as we would see somebody with the fly rod we would call it out. Somewhere around number 50 I called out that number, My buddy turned around and asked where? I said right over there the guy sitting Four rows away from us, The one who looks like the "Fonz". Promptly my buddy look at me and said that's Henry Winkler. We approached him he was very cordial so I can understand why he wrote a book about that. Ironically it was not anout meeting an idiot in the airport!