My sister, the newly minted Chemical Bank rep, would visit Sam (no, he never wanted any credit lines) in the late 70's and early 80's, and, sure ' nuff, he'd take her down to the diner in town in his old pickup and offer a RC and moon pie. He was the real stuff.

Except Sam was the real deal. Even after he had hundreds of stores, he flew himself around in a single engine Cessna to check up and work with his managers. When they had annual corporate meetings with all the executives and managers, everyone received a box of walmart deli fried chicken for lunch. The culture was always to save on frivolity and pass the savings on. Even today, corporate headquarters are rather spartan. Mostly inside old converted store buildings.