Deputy Doug’s Dispatches

 In 1993, I was flying to Washington, D.C., when a snowstorm rerouted us to Pittsburgh. The airport was packed, and the smoke room—back when airports still had those—was standing-room only. I stepped in, lit a cigarette, and scanned the crowd. At 6'4", I was used to seeing over people. But across the room, about 20 feet away, I spotted someone else who matched my height. It was Lex Luger. Yes, that Lex Luger—the pro wrestler known as “The Total Package.” At the time, he was everywhere. Fresh off his body slam of Yokozuna on the USS Intrepid, touring the country in the Lex Express, being positioned as the next face of American wrestling. And there he was, in a smoke-filled glass box, lighting a cigarette with the kind of focus you’d expect from a man walking toward a championship match.. As he smoked, he squeezed his empty pack shut and began scanning the room for a trash bin. He looked left, right, behind him—nothing. The place was wall-to-wall with travelers, and the only bin...

   Imagine meeting a former president while taking a break from a bike ride. Sounds surreal, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me. When I was around 6 to 8 years old, in the mid-1960s, I lived in Independence, MO, just a few blocks west of the Truman Library. One particularly hot day, with the sun blazing and the cicadas buzzing, I was riding my bike and decided to rest in the shade under the 24 Highway bridge near the library. To my surprise, President Harry S. Truman himself walked by. We had a brief conversation, though I don’t remember the details. It was one of those moments that felt surreal, almost like a scene from a movie. Meeting a former president while taking a break from a bike ride is not something many people can say they’ve experienced. The funny thing is, at that time, I had absolutely no idea who I was walking with or talking to. Can you believe that? Another reason I often found myself under that bridge was because I had discovered a cafeteria at ...