Chuck Norris recently made his only book-signing appearance in the U.S. in tiny little Azle, Texas (pop. <10,000), at a tiny little Christian bookstore on tiny little Main Street. Four thousand people showed up, and his book Black Belt Patriotism: How to Reawaken America was sold out before Chuck ever arrived.
Main Street had to be closed for several blocks; all the city’s police had to come help control the (non-unruly) crowd, and Chuck stayed from 6:30 p.m. until 2 in the morning to make sure he signed something for everyone — and let anyone take pictures of themselves posing with Chuck and his wife.
The newspaper devoted roughly five pages (four different story angles) to the event, because Chuck Norris really is a fine human being who has his head on fairly straight. I would much rather be photographed in a crowd adoring Chuck Norris than in a crowd around some person who is famous only for being famous. I wouldn’t have to hide that photo from my kids or my parents; in fact, I might hang it on the wall.
What’s with Chuck Norris? Most everything I admire.