My best friend used to work at this little neighborhood spot in Narberth called Giuliani's. It was a favorite of Charles - and anytime he ate there he was guaranteed to be sitting at the bar having a beer after dinner, bullshitting with the bartender. The place closed around 10, so I'd be there to pick up my buddy -- they knew me so I could sit at the bar (I was about 16). Anyway, a bunch of times I sat at the bar with Charles. I never said much - after all, he was my childhood hero and to this day my favorite basketball player of all time. But Charles would always say hi, ask what I was doing, and get the bartender to bring me a soda or something on his tab. He's one of the most genuine and funny people you'd ever want to meet and he was never too big for the regular guy.