It means a lot to know his memory is as alive for other people as it is for us.

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

I remember thinking this can't be happening, this can't be happening.

He didn't smoke or drink. He had low cholesterol. He worked out and walked a lot -- he didn't really age ... he was in the prime of his life.

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust

We were the underdogs. Nobody picked us to win that game. We played our hearts out. That's a memory that will stick with me the rest of my life.