I always sit down and talk with Ron whenever I can. We talk about fishing, dogs, children, parenting. He is one of the nicest men I know. He is kind, courteous, and has a warmth about him that he never loses.

He has a broad and powerful smile, which is always ready to come out.

“I know you,” he told me when we met yesterday, and he gave me the heartiest of handshakes. “I just don’t know how.”

I smiled. “Does it matter?” I asked. And he shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “No,” he said, “I guess not.”