I've only met the man properly three times, and all of them through my uncle who was the District Convention Overseer. However, there was another time when I ran into him by chance that was amusing.
We were all staying at the Marriott. It was the one place that filled up within minutes, and that year my family was lucky enough to get a room. This was back in the 80's, and an indoor pool and jacuzzi was positively luxurious for us exurban kids. We were being pretty rowdy, and were tossing a football (the US version) to other kids who were jumping into the pool at the same time. Fred Franz walks in wearing a hotel robe and two mismatching socks and slippers. My uncle and a few others were with him. They all sauntered over to the jacuzzi, and all entered except for Franz, who dipped his feet in and sat up on the side. What happened next was that it was my turn to throw the football, and the kid who was supposed to catch it deflected it in the air and it lands right in the jacuzzi. Everyone else was already in the water, but it gave Fred a pretty good splash. He grabbed the ball and placed it on his lap. No one wanted to go get it from him, so as the one who threw it I was forced to. I went up to him and stood behind him, but he purposely ignored me while someone else was speaking. Finally when the others eventually looked up to me, Fred turns around.
"I suppose this belongs to you?"
"Yes, Brother Franz"
With surprising dexterity for a man his age, he throws the ball into the pool.
"Well then, go fetch, doggie!"
Everyone in the tub started bursting with laughter. Franz sat there with a smile on his face.
It was the last time I saw him. I was nine at the time. I still have the football too. It's my own piece of JW history. I feel like one of those creepy Elvis fans who buy dirty plates that Elvis ate off of. But I'm keeping my Fred Franz football.