Still remember the first Con I went to, Walter Koenig was sitting at an empty booth. First experience of being star struck. Walked up, just asked if I could shake his hand, which he did openly and willingly, and for his age, still a strong grip. I'm still confused how he was sitting there alone, garnishing zero attention. What the fuck, man. Though this was just before the comic con boom, I think around 2011. Thinking back, wishing I had had the money to get him to sign his psi corps photo, or taken a fuckin selfie...alas. Memory is worth more, imo.