I met Raynard Nebbitt in person once in the Webster Groves, Missouri, Schnucks grocery on Big Bend. He was at the checkout in front of me with a soda and a bag of chips. The checkout clerk looked to him for money, but then I winked at her. Raynard moved on and I enjoyed the blessing of picking up his tab.
I was just returning a favor since he had given me a smile on more occasions than I can count when I had the pleasure of crossing over his bridge. He was often there pulling an arm up and down signaling the trucks to honk. He grinned ear to ear when they complied.