Ken and I always joked about our physical prowess, whether with our great fetes on the golf course or our morning jogs, which were always exaggerated, at best. One of my fondness memories of when we decided to not waste our lunch hour in London. We joined the Grosvenor Hotel Athletic Club to exercise during our lunch hour, while others were in the pub. The problem was, after a swim and light weight lifting session, we went to the sauna to relax and followed this strenuous routine with a lunch of sandwiches and beer. Ken and I always compared (told) stories about our latest fetes. If you believed us, you would be impressed. No matter how long we had been apart, we continued as if no time had passed. I miss you Ken. Bill