I am so, so sorry. My prayers and thoughts are with Caroline and all your family this morning.

Looking out over a verdant, hot North Carolina morning, I am remembering a cold, cold evening in front of an unlit fireplace at Ramblewood, listening to Sandy and Kendall swap hobo songs, train songs, sad songs. Making each other tear up, no worries about tough and gruff; real men with real stories of real lives.

I didn't have the privilege many of you had to know him long and well, but that's how I thought of him, and looked up to him: a true man, and a gentleman through and through.

Sandy, when we meet again (When The Rolls Are Passed Up Yonder), I'll have that pot of greens ready for you, fatback and all.

Dani