I've rubbed elbows with a few celebrities over the years, but one stands out clearly in my memory. Back in 1995, my fiance and I met Denver Pyle and his wife in the dining room of the Irma Hotel in Cody, WY. We were seated having coffee when he and his wife walked into the room. He made quite and entrance, carrying a side-by-side shotgun that he handed to the woman behind the counter before being seated next to us.
I recognized him as Uncle Jesse in the "Dukes of Hazzard," and started up a conversation. He was in town to take part in a celebrity shoot for charity, and when I told him we were from the Grand Canyon, he got very interested about taking his grandchildren on a rafting tour down the Colorado River. He impressed me as a very down to earth, personable guy, and I gave him one of my business cards for him to contact me, if he was in need of rafting company information. I never heard from him, and was saddened to hear of his death a couple of years later.
If you know the man's career, you know it spans decades and a variety of roles. He was an extremely talented actor that received little of the recognition he deserves.