When did you meet Mickey?
1971
Where did you meet him?
USAF Hospital, RAF Lakenheath, Suffolk, England
Memory of Mickey
I was watching “Eyes on the Prize” last night and could hardly stop thinking about friend Mickey. I remember probing him after dinners at Lidgate Hall to explain for me what I needed to know about the Civil Rights movement in America. You see, I was 12 when LBJ signed the Voting Rights Act in 1964. My worldview was perfectly solipsistic while friend Mickey had been paying attention throughout the period. By the time he and Sharon “adopted” me, I was 19 and beginning to pay attention and certainly had impressions and concerns of the then current social and political milieu (Richard Nixon was our Commander in Chief for goodness sake!). As all who have contributed to these pages will attest, Mickey’s assessment of very nearly anything at all was thorough, measured, well supported with data , engaging and, though he might be ill-at-ease with this characterization, NEVER wrong!
I enjoyed a lot of quality time with Mickey, Sharon, and Abby back then and it has been an ongoing and much cherished gift across the lifespan. In keeping with a theme noted by other contributors, I include photos of Mickey and my ‘chilren (as Al would say). On 10/28/98, Dr. Mickey arrived in the delivery room a few minutes after my son, Eric emerged from the womb…he’d brought a sack of fried chicken from the Church’s up the street from the hospital in Decatur! I love the picture of Mickey and Kate doing crafts that Mickey brought along; he genuinely liked the company of children and they sure did reciprocate that sentiment.
Y’all should have been there the day he diagnosed a case of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever in rural Suffolk, England! His brilliance shall not soon diminish given how much he gave to so many. What a man, our friend Mickey.