A friend of mine in law school went home one weekend to visit her parents. Her father had had a brain tumor removed, and although he recovered, his fine motor control was such that he had lost his pilot's certification, and had placed his really nice twin engine turbo-prop for sale. She was reading the newspaper the next morning, and he asked her if she wanted to ride with him to the airport, so he could sign over the plane to the new owner, and she was like, not really, sounds kind of boring.
He came back a couple of hours later, and said, you should have gone, I think you would have liked meeting the guy who bought my plane. He's some kind of singer and he was really interesting. She asked, what was his name, and he said, "Kenny something, I don't remember." She picked up the sale papers.
The buyer, was Kenny Loggins.
