When I was little, we'd go to Big Ed's twice a month and Ed was almost always sitting at the bar. I'd get dad to let me go talk to him and get his autograph. I don't know how many of those little paper plates I had him sign. He was like a living legend to me.
I worked at the Ingles in Clinton during high school and Ed shopped there. As soon as he'd came in, we'd start bird dogging him until he got close to the registers. Then it was a race to get to bag his groceries and take them out to his car. He'd give a $20 tip every time. That was more money than I was making in whole a 4 hour shift.