anytime. He bought his retirement house before the age of 50. And his main form of exercise was to watch others work. I remember in 1989, Jerry, Alan Spivack, a couple of other St. Louis doctors, and I took a week-long bicycle journey over the Blue Ridge Parkway in North Carolina. Four of us rode our butts off up those mountains. Jerry drove the van behind us for seven days, took pictures and a daily nap. Yet I'm sure he enjoyed the journey as much as the rest of us. Although we only saw each other every seven years of so, we talked on the phone regularly. And when we did see each other, it was like we'd never been apart. That's the way it is with best friends. Jerry succumbed about four years ago to leukemia. I still miss him. In fact I have a picture sitting in my office in which I'm standing next to my bike at the top of a mountain and Jerry's reclining on a rock. Fitting, huh? (submitted by Buddy Weiss)

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