In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.

College was especially sweet because of the positive, hopeful atmosphere of a college campus.

Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.

My whole life has been one of seeking experience.

In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.

Probably the best part of my life has been watching the kids play their games.

Normally, if you go through a game without attracting attention, you are doing a hell of a job.