Among the Treasured Moments in My Life. . .

. . . are the memories of having been in the in the the physical presence of both men.
With the old guy, it was up close and personal. With the new guy, it was from a hill top on a spring morning with a chanting crowd between us.

Either way or both ways, I experienced intimacy, intellect, integrity, and inspiration.

And, I knew I was in the nexus of history.