Ed Daly, the once owner of World Airways, lived near my parents' house in a brick mansion with a tennis court. He was like the Hollywood celebrity of the area. I was hitchhiking home from school (around 8th grade) and a friend was across the street climbing into his mom's Ford wagon wanting to know if I wanted a ride home. I said "no, here's my ride" as I stuck my thumb out. Ed Daly stopped in his Espada and gave me a ride. My friend's jaw dropped all the way. A cherished memory.
