One of the best stories about Skoot and his orthopedic compadre (and my husband), Kevin, took place near Jackson Hole Wyoming 20 years ago when we were staying at the very posh Jenny Lake Lodge after an Association of Bone and Joint Surgeons meeting. It was the Fourth of July. Kevin and I had taken a long hike up Cascade Trail and came back late afternoon to discover a croquet game with mostly resort staff. We joined in and Kevin beat them all quite handily. At dinner, the Dimons were on one side of the room and we were on the opposite side. Skootie at some point stood up and put a spoon to his glass and announced to the very full room of strangers that there was a world class croquet champion also dining in the room and would people welcome him. Kevin, surprised and nonplussed but challenged by Skoot's impishness, stood up to the round of applause and began speaking in a French accent giving tribute to Americans for their fight for liberty, their long relationship with the French, especially during the Revolutionary War, and said he was so happy to be sharing this important American holiday with Americans in their country and proceeded to get the
entire room - as well as the kitchen staff who came out to see what was happening - to sing en masse The Star Spangled Banner. Everyone hurrahed at the end and then sat down and went on with dinner and I don't think anyone ever knew who these guys really were. Oh, Skootie, we shall miss you, but your DNA is alive and well in those 5 wonderful kids of yours and Annie's.