About 20 years ago I played golf with an uncle at a nice course near Dublin. As we went down the 1st, we passed the practice ground, and there was a kid hitting long irons up the range. We played on, and came back round to the 9th and the same kid was hitting irons, this time from the opposite end of the range. This was in the days when you had a shag bag and picked up your own practice balls. I asked my uncle who he was and he told me it was a young player called Paddy Harrington, and that he would be there until dark (another 3 or 4 hours).
About 10 years later I found myself standing at the baggage reclaim at Dublin Airport one Sunday evening and a guy asked me if bags from [somewhere] were on that belt. I said they were and he stepped up beside me. It was Paddy H, and while he waited for his golf bags and suitcase we chatted about his play at the event just finished and the upcoming majors.
He stayed talking to me even after his bags arrived until we finished the conversation. I was really struck by what a nice guy he was. I have heard similar stories from other people.