Oh, Harold Potts! What a character! We worked, together, at University Park Airport. He took me turkey hunting, once, and was always generously including me in plans with the F.O.P, etc. He could be irascible, but, underneath, I always saw a quiet gentility, which drew me to him. I can still recall how he fell into my arms, crying, when our friend Terry Chrobak died. Though ours paths diverged, and we haven't spoken in many years, I will miss him. I hope that, whatever happens to us when we pass, he is with those who loved him. Farewell, friend.