It was 1970 and I was just a kid about 6 or 7. My mother worked for an influential judge and was invited (required) to attend a party at a local park. Something came up last minute and Dad couldn't watch me, so off I went with Mom. She brought along a fishing pole so I could catch bluegills and not bother the grownups. Tall guy with one arm smaller than the other leaves the party, and sits down next to me.
"Any bites?"
"a couple."
"What'cha using?"
"Worms."
"Is your Dad at the party?"
"Mom. She said I hafta fish & be quiet 'cause the grownups have important stuff to talk about."
"Nothing's more important than fishing, young man."
"Yessir"
"Call me Bob"
I stuck out my right hand as I'd been taught, but he shook it with his left. Just him and me. No cameras, no handlers. I told my mother later that he shook hands funny, and she told me that he'd been hurt in the war. His name was Senator Dole, and someday she hoped he would be President. He was just Bob to me.

Then there was BTK. He lived a couple of miles from me, and we would speak while in line at the store, things like that. Very unassuming guy. Absolutely normal. (Yeah, right)