I’m down for the dinner Doc and Haley are planning on May 1, my favorite date. Here’s why.
I once helped a friend establish a trust company. One of their clients was in his late 80s, was terminally ill and looked it. He was spending the last spring of his life fine-tuning an already well-crafted estate plan. It seemed like a terrible set of priorities to me.
On May 1, 1993, he shuffled into the office with a gleam in his eye and asked rhetorically,
“Do you know what we can say today?“
He grinned at our cluelessness:
He was dead by fall.