Twenty-one years ago, I helped my friend Bill Sperber create a trust company from scratch. One of our clients was in his late 80s, and terminally ill. It was hard to look at the left side of his neck, caved in from a cancer operation.
He spent the last spring of his life fine-tuning an already well-crafted estate plan. It seemed like a terrible set of priorities to me. I didn’t appreciate that he did it for for the woman and children he loved.
On May 1, 1993, he shuffled into the office, stooped over as always from osteoporosis. with a gleam in his eye and an all-conquering grin. He asked all of us, rhetorically,
“Do you know what we can say today?”
He grinned at our cluelessness:
The first of May,
Outdoor screwing starts today!
He was dead by fall. But not vanquished.
(Posted a decade later by request and by reverence in 2013)