Quotes by Don Lee

“Hes the only player I trusted. I never had to make a secondary call. We had a lot of interceptions, close to 15, because he put players in the right position.”

“Were trying to build the program around young men like him.”

“Hes going to be my full-time secondary coach because he knows the game so well. Thats the first thing I saw about him. His speed was lacking, but he made up for it with intelligence.”

“We all agreed this was good for the airport and the entire community. I see no reason to change course now. I think we should let Mr. Quill handle it.”

“The expo is open to the public, and we hope they show up to see whats new in avionics and maybe take a flight.”

“Its awesome. This is going to be with us forever.”

“Our world has changed since 911. The reality is were not beyond being touched.”

Despite your best efforts and intentions, theres a limited reservoir to fellowship before you begin to rely solely on the vapors of nostalgia. Eventually, you move on, latch on to another group of friends. Once in a while, though, you remember something, a remark or a gesture, and it takes you back. You think how close all of you were, the laughs and commiserations, the fondness and affection and support. You recall the parties, the trips, the dinners and late, late nights. Even the arguments and small betrayals have a revisionist charm in retrospect. Youre astonished and enlivened by the memories. You wonder why and how it ever stopped. You have the urge to pick up the phone, fire off an email, suggesting reunion, resumption, and you start to act, but then dont, because it would be awkward talking after such a long lag, and, really, what would be the point? Your lives are different now. Whatever was there before is gone. And it saddens you, it makes you feel old and vanquished--not only over this group that disbanded, but also over all the others before and after it, the friends you had in grade and high school, in college, in your twenties and thirties, your kinship to them (never mind to all your old lovers) ephemeral and, quite possibly, illusory to begin with.