I have loved you since we met in September 1963 trying to fathom Burley Crowe at Vanderbilt.
I have loved your lopsided specious upbeat philosophy in all those downer moments in our lives. You always made me laugh and even almost a convert to your quiet solid upbeat.
An optimist to the end were you and I am so glad I visited with you this past September and if the celebration is at Churchill Downs, I know you will be right beside me. Just not with any good bets.
I hurt as I know your family does and I wish them good memories for a good man.
I, so, am going to miss you.
The Skup - forever for you.