and I met each other when we were in the 8th grade in junior high
school, and that began a lifelong friendship. When Mac returned from
his Army service and entered the University of Texas, where I was also
an undergraduate at the time, we were roommates and great friends. He
majored in mathematics and electrical engineering, and I was pre-law
and then later in law school.
After completion of school and marriage, our families maintained
contact with each other when we were both living in the Washington,
D.C. area, and then later in Europe -- I was in Germany and Mac was in
Switzerland. I only regret that our families were not able to visit
with each other more often.
Mac was the most consistently realistic and honest person I've ever
known. Whether reality was good or bad at any given time, Mac faced it
as it was, including his last illness. Mac liked reality, celebrated
reality, accepted reality in all things.
And he had the best sense of humor of any perason I've ever known. He
saw humor in everything, and was not shy about expressing it.
Mac saw through pretense and phoniness wherever it appeared, whether in politics, religion, or any other aspect of life.
It would take an entire book to recount all of the adventures and
misadventures that Mac and I had over the years, as junior high school
and high school students, in the university, and in our lives
afterwards. I may write that book someday.
For now, let me just say that Mac was the best friend I ever had, I
already miss him terribly, and if there is any kind of future life or
existence, I want to look him up and let him show me around the place
when I get there.
It has occurred to me that if there is a Heaven, then Mac will surely
be there right now, and he just might be engaged in an argument with
God about whether or not God exists. Mac always wanted good, solid
evidence for things, and there were no exceptions.
Rest in Peace, Good Friend.