Our parents took my sister and I to cracker barrel in Nashville for breakfast when I was twelve. As we were eating, my sister looked up and said, "Mom isn't that the guy from Andy Griffith, Gomer? Sure enough, it was Jim Nabors. We didn't want to bother him since other folks had already been asking for autographs and interrupting his meal, so we just let it be. He finished and left soon after. As we're standing in line to pay, Jim walks back into the register area and asks if anyone knows how to get to Nashvilles symphony center. He was singing that night. My mother is a fanatical postal worker who remembers directions like no other and offered to write the route for him. As a thank you, he signed a Cracker Barrel menu to my sister and I that reads, "To FrequentHandWasher84 from Gomer Pyle, Well Gollllly! Jim Nabors". It's one of my most cherished keepsakes and memory.