Joe Carl Payne

Joe and I shared an office in a large CPA firm from mid 1972 to 1974 or so. We also spent 3 plus weeks together on an audit near Roswell, New Mexico. Joe was eight years older and amused by my young, bachelor ways. I was a daily runner. Joe decided to take up running, and jogged along, holding his cigarettes in his shirt pocket. The running habit was likely one of the few things that determined Joe gave up on. We both left the firm. I had a long talk with him several years later, as we...