I had a strange experience with him once. I was living in Boston and working at a bank in Salisbury, Maryland and would fly down Sunday night and come back Friday afternoon. On one flight back, Mr. Perdue and his wife got on the plane. First off, I did not recognize him, because he was a lot better looking in person - I had always pictured a shriveled old man. Anyway, people are chatting him up like he is Ted Danson (it was the early 90's), and he takes his seat - the aisle next to my window. His wife also sits on the aisle opposite him - I thought it strange that they did not sit rigth together, as the seats next to her were empty. Anyway, during the flight he proceeded to eat a banana...which is not strange at all...but sticking the peel in the magazine pouch in front and leaving it there for the next flyer is. I thought that was pretty nasty stuff. Anyway, Frank, RIP.
My mother always used to say, "The older you get, the better you get, unless you're a banana." - Rose Nyland