I remember it like it was yesterday. I can see it in my mind’s eye. I replay the event periodically; the memory always brings with it the warmest of feelings. For most of you, your similar experience is likely lost in the fog of time. But for this author, that single action which occurred over 40 years ago, dramatically impacted my entire life.
Today I made a pilgrimage to pay my respects to the gentleman responsible. I was so pleased to see him, a spry 92 years young, looking almost exactly as he did the last time I laid eyes on him some 25 years ago. My visit to his home in North Carolina was something that I’d contemplated for some time and had attempted on a prior occasion without success. But the stars finally aligned during my
