We were checking into a hotel on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, frequented mostly by duck and geese hunters. With luggage in both hands my five feet one hundred five pound statue was dragging and stumbling, overwhelmed by the luxurious leathery smell and the bustle of hunting preparations. 
Groupings of tomorrow’s guides, well-clad in vests, waders, goose down parkas and camo backpacks stood, checklist in hand, with respective hunters. Excited conversations with hearty laughing came from the bar, mixed with the familiar sounds of ice tinkling against glass. All the men in my party, as far as I knew, were among the imbibers. 
Spotting the elevators, I headed that way. Not since I was a child shopping in Charleston, had I been in an elevator run by a person! A black, smiling face dressed in a uniform and hat pulled aside the wrought iron gating, I stumbled in with my luggage. It was only until we stopped on my floor that I notice that another man was there in the elevator car. 
As the gate opened, the man asked me if he could help me take my bags to my room, saying I looked a little “something” (don’t remember exactly). His smile was such a nice one and I really did need the help. 
The man was not much taller than me, he was dressed in a fine ivory linen suite with a white shirt which had an open Mandarin collar. His lace up shoes were white, as well. He had thinning hair-sort of grey, quite large ears for his head, and a twinkle in his blue eyes. 
Somehow trusting the elevator man-looking his way, He smiled and nodded in approval. After rummaging for my room key, we set off down the hall, the nice man carrying both my bags. I carried the key and his hat which he had been holding all along. 
Thinking no one was in our suite, I was going to just unlock the door, but he said, “Allow me.” As he was opening the room, my father in law, hearing us, met us there as the door opened.
The look on his face was completely unreadable! Awe? Shock? Unbelief? Delight? Whatever it was, at that minute I had no clue! We stepped into the room, I began to thank the man, father in law who cow-tows to no one was practically begging him to sit down for a drink and thanking him profusely for his kindness in finding me in such a regrettable and unforgivable circumstance. 
I tried to hold back from either laughing my head off or or saying something I would surely regret later. 
Relief came as the kind man graciously took his hat in one hand and my hand in the other, thanked us for the invitation, raised my hand, gently kissed it, tipped his hat and closed the door.
Well, you have no idea how that conversation went! It was then father in law revealed to me who my new friend was! “Did you know?!” “What did he say?” “How did you meet him? Did you tell him your name?” The questions went on and on! 
We were guests at the hotel for four days. I looked for my new friend in and around, but never saw him again. 
Bing Crosby is a fine and gracious gentlemen. I am honored to have spent awhile in his company.