He was the best. He bought copies of my book of poetry for his friends, and for his neighbors when he moved to a retirement residence. He gave books as gifts or sold them. He would have me autograph books, and he would mail them off to people that he had met while traveling. After he died, I took home the copy that I had autographed for him. He had highlighted certain poems and/or words in some poems, such as "daddy" in one poem. I did not know that he had done this. Now I will never know what was on his mind when he highlighted those poems.