Bob and I shared a mechanic here in the South Shore village where we both lived. I discovered this when we were picking up our cars at the same time one summer's day many years ago. The mechanic told me, after he left, "Mr. Sheppard announces the Giants games." I loved that he limited his credentials to that. Very classy individual in my two minutes of interaction with him (before I realized who he was). I was quite obvious in my desire to get my car first, and when our mechanic came to the counter and asked "who's next?" Bob (in exactly the baritone you'd imagine) said, "well, this man seems to have won the foot race," which shamed me into, "no, please, after you." The mechanic (who sadly is no longer with us either) offered Bob a Giants water bottle, which was free with the oil change. "No thank you," he said. "I have plenty of those."