It was a long time ago and I only knew him briefly when I dated Lynn for a few months but what I've always remembered is how nice he was to me when he really didn't have much reason to be. I drove a wreck, had nearly flunked out of high school, made 85-cents an hour, had no plans and hung around with some characters who would probably not rise to anyone's definition of savory. But he was always very, very polite to me, a true southern gentleman. I've thought about him over the years and have tried to live up to the example he set. Most of the time I do. On occasions when I don't, usually sooner than later he's back in my mind and I tell myself I'll try to do better. My deepest sympathy to his family and friends, and also my envy for having such a nice man in your lives for so long.