@cicerone imposter,
As a sidebar. Back in the early 70's I worked as a CPA in one of the country's major accounting firms in the Atlanta office. My field was the audits of Savings and Loans. That was back when they were locally owned and managed and well run. That meant spending a week in some god-awful place like Valdosta, Tifton or Moutrie. Seemingly nothing to do except go back to our rooms in the Holiday Inn and get bad tv reception.
My boss was a good ole boy. We started going to all of the county fairs that summer. And that is how I got to know Jimmy Carter, who was running for Governor. I heard his stump speech; in fact, I heard it often enough that I could recite it as effortlessly as he did, almost word for word along with him.
I met him often, shook his hand and he would flash that toothy smile. I am pretty confidant, but I never knew for sure, that he recognized me and he must have wondered who this camp follower with longish hair was.