Just before I moved from South Bend, Indiana he came down from Michigan, quietly and without fuss, and talked to the kids in the rough stide of town. Not in a hall, outside on the street, sitting on a bench at a bus stop. By the time the newspaper and TV stations finally got there he was gone, leaving only a bunch of wowed kids (and a few parents) behind.

I understand he does things like that fairly regularily. It's called "class."