One day I was getting out of my car to carry groceries into my house. Our nice neighbor was passing on the sidewalk at that moment, saw the EFF hat I was wearing, and asked me about it. "Do you work for the EFF?" "No, but I throw some money at them when I can because I like them." "Oh. I like them, too. They helped me out a lot once." "Oh yeah? For what?" He laughed. "I'm Mark Klein. Go Google me when you're finished with your groceries." I knew his story from following it in the news, but didn't recognize his name. I about spit my teeth out when I found out who I was living next to.
Super nice guy. Has the only two golden retrievers I've ever been frightened of, and if I were him, I'd probably have some assertive watchdogs, too.