It was about 1964 and North Dakota's own Lawrence Welk was paying a visit to his ancestral home and a big crowd had come to the Bismarck airport to see him.
Among them were my then-time wife and our two sons.
Welk was moving along a ropeline shaking hands but when he came to my little family he absolutely missed my two year old son, Scott, who then began to cry.
Someone made Welk aware and he returned and hoisted the little boy up to calm him.
A photographer for the local newspaper snapped a picture which he later gave to me.