Now Doc, don't get me wrong here, Ed and I had our differences and plenty of 'em(G)! This was back in 1965/67 and Joe Namath was riding high in those days; Ed was from New York and so of course he immediately claimed Broadway Joe and bragged plenty, but I had to remind him (somewhat smugly, I admit) that Joe REALLY learned to REALLY play football back at Bama with The Bear down in the good ole Southeastern Conference!
We had a lot of arguments all right, he just COULDN'T seem to admit that the SEC was the toughest conference in the country back then(VBG)!
Another fine memory I cherish is entering their living room and being completely overwhelmed by one of his wife's very powerful paintings of Fisher's Peak, the remarkable mesa above Trinidad. I'm sure that her art and aesthetic sense was a big part of his inspiration. RIP, Ed.
Regards, Joe
