Sporting, yes, I think I'm soo lucky and thankful to have experienced so much good in life. I was sort of pressed for time and needed to sharpen some knives that folks had dropped off. So, Clark just hung with me and my wife and talked about Bo for a good spell with us. His stories made me stop and stare at him, forgetting, what I was doing. He never raised his voice, just talked with a deep South accent. Giving one story after another. Made us feel like we were old friends. I began to think,-- I'm nobody. Why is he talking to me like this? He commented on her work then turned and slowly wondered on down the aisle, taking in the show. I sat there, Staring at him walking away until he was out of sight, --- thinking about what had just happened. I wanted to go run him down and listen to some more... A Real moment had just occurred with me. DM