Funny story about Herbert.
My Grandpa was a pilot in WWII and then after flew planes around in Alaska. He had a job where he would fly people in by seaplane to land on lakes or rivers and drop people off to go fly fishing for salmon. He often flew Herbert, which led to them building a friendship. One day he brought Frank over to the house to have cigars and some drinks, the only time he ever came over. My grandpa told my dad, who was in late elementary or jr. high school age, to come hang out with them, but my dad had a slight cold and just stayed in bed.
Later on my dad rises from his nap to find my grandpa saying how surprised he was that my dad didn't want to come out and meet his favorite author, Frank Herbert, who had been sitting in his living room for hours.
