My fondest memory of him is when Ati took Michael off for a fast walk in a meadow in Millerton and told me to walk with John. They forged ahead/ John was tired and out of breath so we stopped and looked for four leaf clovers in the field. He was 90 something and I was 50 something, but we both became 7 year olds looking for the prized clovers. We were convinced we'd find one. I will continue the search for the both of us.