When Sandy first told me [in confidence] of Herb's battle, my reaction to the news was as anyone else's would have been - to reach out. Herb's need to be a private man kept that from happening. I am greatly saddened by the fact that I never got to say good-bye, but Herb's wishes far outweigh my selfish needs.

One of my fondest memories was [hopelessly] trying to keep up with him as he briskly accelerated down Woodley in Van Nuys. It was a good thing that I was unable to stay with him, as being beside a sideways GTX as it leaves rubber going into third gear is not a clever place to be.

Godspeed, my friend.