Mr. Frazier was a great and good man. People often would ask me about Mr. Frazier, and I always described him as the toughest man I ever knew, not the richest. He had hundreds of bone spurs in his lower back, and I rarely saw him wince. He went about his life despite incredible pain and never complained. He once told me he would give away his entire fortune to be able to walk again without pain. I knew he meant ever word of that. Mr. Frazier fought getting into a wheelchair like Ali fought Frazier. It was only when he had fallen a hundred times that his family finally convinced him to play it safe. He hated being in a wheelchair, because, he hated "looking at people's bellybuttons and not into their eyes." He loved a good martini: Beefeaters gin poured over ice with a cap full of vermouth and a single onion. He loved his steak rare cooked Pittsburgh style. He loved an Elvis sandwich, which was peanut butter, a little mayo and a banana cooked like a grill cheese. I would add some honey, and he loved it. He would rather go to cabin and watch a U of L basketball game and do alittle fishing than go to a cocktail party with The President of the United States. Mr. Frazier had a wonderful sense of humor. People would ask him how the got so rich, and he would smile and say: "I got it the old fashioned way.....a pause, I inherited it." He would always laugh hard and move the subject forward very firmly, but politely. He thought The Avish was a golden prison and built a small cabin in Waddy and told me: " this is all he ever wanted." When he was tired of talking to someone, he always tugged at his tie, and I would politely move them along. He loved Louisville, and he loved Kentucky and Kentuckians. There never has been and I dare day there never will be a more giving, thoughtful and proud Kentuckian than Owsley Brown Frazier. Rest in Peace Mr. Frazier and thanks for all the wonderful memories.