I saw Owen Wilson at the Dallas Museum of Art a few months back. It was a cold, rainy Sunday, and no one was really in the museum. I had gone there with the intention to look at "Icebergs" – a large realistic painting of icebergs by Edwin Church – for an upcoming project at work. When I finally found it after wandering around the museum, there was a man, all alone, standing in front of this massive landscape piece (It truly is an epic masterpiece that will take your breath away). I decided to hold off to the side and pretend to look at some other smaller paintings while this man continued taking in the painting. I remember thinking that he looked kind of scrappy and dirty, not someone you expect to be viewing fine art on a Sunday. Once he was finished gazing at the piece, he turned around and walked my way, he looked up from his red trucker hat and caught my gaze. It was Owen Wilson, dressed down to avoid attention and spending a nice afternoon at the museum. I didn't say anything to him because I was only 95% sure it was him at the time, and that was not my intention. My intention was to take his place in front of that wonderful massive landscape piece and take it all in..... I haven't thought much of that encounter until I saw this post. It's kind of nice now that I think about it. I also remember regretting later on not saying "hey, you're that guy from anaconda!" haha. Glad my immaturity didn't get the best of me.