One of the treasured 2 hours of my life was meeting Pat & Karen & Tristian when they made the time to drive up and meet Rita & myself on the edge of Columbus for lunch as we were heading home from St. Louis. We laughed and compared notes and **shared** as much as we could in that precious little window of reality. Pat's love for Karen & his boys was just as clear as he, himself, showed for all these years in his writings.

I had asked Pat to do me a favor if *I* happened to die, and he laughingly agreed. Now it seems I shall have to scheme in some other way... (It's ok Spaw...I'll manage)

I swore I'd get this sent before allowing the tears to blur my vision--- didn't quite make it.

'bye, guy.....