When I moved to Los Angeles in '88, I was at a Sunset liquor store one Friday evening when I noticed the normal looking tall gent next to me was Rutger Hauer. Bless his heart, he was alone and let me gush in semi-drunken adoration my disbelieve it was him, how much I loved his work and so on. We sat on the curb in front of El Compadre for quite a while chatting and drinking. One of my favorite memories in life.