Morris walks out into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, Perfect timing. Youre just like Dave.

Who?

Dave Aronson. Theres a guy who 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, says Morris.

Not Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star.

He was something, huh?

He had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybodys birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and I black out the whole neighborhood.

No wonder you remember him.

Well, I never actually met Dave.

Then how do you know so much about him? asks Morris.

Because I married his widow.