Oh! Way way back in the early 60's my mom, a pretty blonde former model raced to the airport to meet RFK - he made a bee-line over to her, and shook my hand (I was about 18 months old) and contrary to his wolf image, he told my mom, "Have I got a good looking boy for her!" (meaning RFK JR.), and said he hoped he could count on my mom's vote...so that was one............then, Nelson Rockefeller used to fly out of Albany and my grandpa would take me to see the planes on weekends...and Rocky took a fancy to my macho Italian grandpa showing up with a little blond girl every week, and took time to learn my grandfather's name and would yell, "hey Mike," when he'd be taking off in his jet..........OH!!!!!!! I took Christie Whitman's blood pressure when she was in the hospital and I was moonlighting...she would've been the right VP pick for McCain....
Barack was at our local airport in Newport News and my neighbor got a picture with him (he works there)....and he's going to use photoshop to morph me into the picture to make it look like I met him......does that count????
AND I had a papal audience with JohnPaul II when I was a student in Rome..he came out to hear a little kid choir and my pal and I were just sitting on the steps and he came over and gave us a cross-blessing and said "Que Bella!"..........
So, I'm kind of the Forrest Gump of meeting politicians and Popes!