I saw Sylvester Stallone going into the Four Seasons in Philadelphia.
Not my story, but my neighbors. A man would come into her children's clothing store, looking like a bum, with his beat up guitar case. She got to talking to him. He was visiting family in the area. As they talked, it became lunch time and he asked if there was somewhere close where he could pick up lunch for both of them. She told him where to go and he came back with lunch. He would do this every now and then and they became friends.
As they got to know each other better, she felt bad for him. He must have been a poor musician. She was trying to find jobs for him to help him out.
When he died, it was broadcast on the news and that's when she found out he was Glenn Frey from the Eagles. It made her sad that her friend passed, but also embarrassed that she was trying to find gigs for this "poor" musician. She knew his full name, just not that he was famous.