Let me add my voice to those here who so eloquently expressed their fond memories and appreciation of Larry Henry, who died earlier this week. He did write like a dream, with grace and spirit and vividness and insight. That was in public. In private, he was a wonderful correspondent with a zest for life undimmed by his inability because of his illness to enjoy some of the parts of life (like golf) that he used to adore. I never met him, to my chagrin, but it was about golf that we wrote back and forth. He loved the game for all the right reasons. And he loved life for all the right reasons. May God grant him greening fairways forever.
