"This guy named Dave. He always did everything right.
Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would
have happened like that to Dave."
"There are always a few clouds over everybody."
"Not Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have
gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with
the pros, too. He sang like an opera baritone, and
danced like a Broadway star."
"He was something, huh?"
"Oh, you don't know the half of it. He had a memory
like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He
knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could
fix anything. Not like me. I change one light on the
Christmas Tree and I black out the whole
neighborhood."
"No wonder you remember him."
"Well, you would too, if you'd married his widow."
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle