At the hotel I'm working at in Ann Arbor, while searching for a job that has something to do with my degree in this awful economy, I've been working the third shift.
Who should happen to stroll in at 2:30am, but Mr. Woodson himself. I didn't have time to ask for an autograph or picture, as that might've been slightly unprofessional. But afterwards, he saw my Michigan Alumni ring, and we talked about Michigan for a while.
I presume he is in town for his wine-tasting. Really the nicest guy you could ever meet.