I didn’t ask to have a picture taken, though naturally I was tempted. By not taking a picture, I can stagger off to sleep pretending that we’re peers, and that I wasn’t in any way just another fan, reverting to the me from 31 years ago at the first handshake.
Insert obligatory (and apropos) reference to "delusions of grandeur" here, and kindly enjoy the artist’s conception of how the untaken picture might have turned out.
In answer to the inevitable questions:
1. Gracious and patient.
2. Strong, with a shoulder squeeze and good eye contact.