Richard Hatch was a very friendly guy. I live in Halifax, and we have a Con every year. One year Hatch was a guest. My wife and I were at the Con. I was watch the original BSG run (did a Grade 6 school project on the show). My wife and I were in a restaurant after the day's events when Richard Hatch wanders in. I knew he'd had a long day at a Con, so I was happy to let him get his food (he was ordering take out). I must've had my wide-eyed "holy shit it's Richard Hatch" look on my face because he clearly realized that I recognized him. He came over and started to chat with me. My wife was outside having a smoke and came back in quickly because, in her words, "I'll be damned if I was going to let you talk to Richard Hatch while I was outside" (note kids: don't smoke - you can miss cool shit inside!). I'm the same general age as you guys (born in 1967), so I remembered him from Streets of SF. So for about 15 minutes he stood there, and we talked about Streets, Karl Malden, and BSG. I teach English and Cultural Studies at university and was teaching a Sci Fi course, so we talked about that. When he food was ready, he shook our hands and left. REALLY nice guy. So when he died, I felt a bit sad, having had even a brief encounter with him.
