My Autobiography Was Simply The Story Of

I Decided In My Life That I Would Do Nothing That Did Not Reflect Positively On My Father's Life.

To Be Compared To Jackie Robinson Is An Enormous Compliment, But I Don't Think It's Necessarily Deserved.

I Find Myself, At This Time In My Life, No Less Challenged, No Less Plagued, No Less Intrigued By What I Still Don't Know.

A Good Deed Here, A Good Deed There, A Good Thought Here, A Good Comment There, All Added Up To My Career In One Way Or Another.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.