About 15 years ago, just after I had gotten my first two books I co-authored on the Negro Leagues with some friends published, I got a chance to go to the BB King Blues Festival when it played Cincinnati. I knew that both King and Buddy Guy were fans of the Negro Leagues so I signed a copy of my Chicago related book to each of them and my brother-in-law, a policeman that worked security at the venue, had them placed in their dressing rooms for me. After the show I learned that they liked the books but that such a large crowd had arrived, it was to busy for me to get backstage, which had been the plan if they asked about the author.
The following year the festival played the same outdoor venue and this time around I got seats in a section that was only accessible if you had tickets for that section. During Buddy Guy's set, he came down off the stage and was walking around the venue playing his guitar the whole time. I walked over and stood behind the security guards that checked tickets for the section I was in because the route Guy was going would take him ride past that spot. Beside the guard. I was the only person standing there
I had worn a Negro Leagues t-shirt purposely that night hoping that maybe someone with the show would see it and remember the books from the previous year. Apparently it worked. When Guy got to the aisle I was in, he looked over at me. He stood there looking at me for a couple of seconds, then he stepped past the guards and walked to within a couple of feet of me. It was just him and me in the aisle, then he smiled and played for about thirty seconds or so before turning and heading back to the stage. I went back to my seat and the girl I was with yelled, "Oh my God, he played just for you". It was the best payment I ever got for one of my books.