“As a youth, he would lie awake listening to the sounds of the night—his sisters’ breathing, the dog at the back door—and worry about “how or when I’m going to die.” — John J. Winters Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing like the memory of a lost friend to remind a man of his own mortality.” — John J. Winters Copy Share
“As a youth, he would lie awake listening to the sounds of the night—his sisters’ breathing, the dog at the back door—and worry about… — John J. Winters Copy Share
