Your visit to the Charles Schulz museum sparked a memory of what a kind and gentle man he was. Years ago, I was in an airport with a young relative who was battling Muscular Dystrophy and he was in a wheelchair (age 11). He was really frustrated with the wheelchair and it was cumbersome trying to accomodate it where we were trying to get a bite to eat. We had no idea Mr. Schulz was sitting at an adjacent table, but when he got up to leave, he had sketched several Peanut characters (and Snoopy) in wheelchairs and stopped by the table to give the drawing to my cousin. When we asked if he was Charles Schulz he said "oh no, not me" in that quiet midwestern accent he had, but the drawing clearly told another story. Such a gentleman.