When I was growing up, my family would invite someone who was far from home to share Thanksgiving with us. One year, when I was still a hotshot preteen, a student from Yale, Rick Foster, spent the day. I wish I remembered more about his visit. I was young and not playing guitar yet so his talent and the opportunity of having someone like him in my house for an entire day was lost on me.
My mother just reminded me of his visit after making contact with him again.