Over twenty years ago I was a teenager attending one of my first magic conventions in Las Vegas (Desert Magic Seminar), and Lance Burton's show was held offsite from the convention, meaning I had to take a cab. I was barely 18, and didn't know anybody. Standing outside on the curb, waiting for a Taxi, I noticed Roger and a couple of his friends walk up. I wasn't quite familiar with who exactly he was, but I knew he was somebody "important".
Suddenly, he engaged me in conversation, and appeared genuinely interested in who I was. His kindness to a lonely kid in a big city meant the world to me, and he insisted I ride in his cab for free. Along the way he made sure I was included in the group discussion.
He also showed me, without being asked(!) his handling of a thumb tip, and (like a good teacher), had me go through the motions with him.
I'm sure he would have done the same with anybody, and undoubtedly has countless times, but he made me feel special, and since that day, I've always loved him.
Thank you, Roger. I'm thinking of you fondly, and wishing you well.