He was checking out the university for his daughter.
I was sitting in the lounge or library of our master's program. In walks one of the few extroverts--a fairly pushy, outgoing woman. She's talking a mile a minute.
The Fonz walked into the restaurant where she was. She chatted with him for a bit. He was checking out the university for his daughter.
As I was walking to get lunch on State Street, he was at the ATM in front of the university bookstore. (Or _she'd_ seen him there. It's long enough ago that I don't recall if I actually saw him. Or if these are all details from her encounter.) Nonetheless, it was sort of cool that the Fonz, Mr. Henry Winkler, was in our midst.