1979. My dad and I were walking through the Joyce lots (red north and south?) and a guy approached us and asked if we'd like to buy a "Dump Devine" bumper sticker. My dad looked at him and said, "I'd love to, but he's my father."
Mid 90s. Devine was playing in a pro am and was hobbling up the fairway on two bad knees, but clearly enjoying himself. I asked him to sign my ND hat and he seemed thrilled to be recognized. I told him I was at the 80 Michigan game and he replied, "You'll never see a better game, son."