It was great that he could finally take all that passion, and it was a tremendous amount of passion, and found a way to express himself through the arts.

He loved language and found a medium to have to express himself with. That was one of best things. Whenever we would go visit my family, almost every occasion I would ask dad what his latest poems were. A lot of times he would have a work in progress and read it and sometimes ask for comment on it.

He really did live in two different worlds. He was real good at his job. He knew engineering. It came as second nature to him, and he always had a good job especially when he was with Mobile. But he was equally if not more adept as a poet.

I think he thought it was more flexible to take a pad of paper, usually a yellow pad and a pencil and he would make a million scratch outs.

Much of his poetry would come from something happening inside of him. It was always something that he could relate to. He wrote about everything, his son, his daughter, he even wrote about Leonard Bernstein. He could write about almost anything, except he did not like to be told what to write.

He would take a pencil and the pencil would move and start to work by itself. It's a funny thing to think about, but that's what he said about his writing. He shunned the computer. He felt he could only do it with a pencil and correct it on computer, he couldn't do the original writing on the computer.