Speedy claims I don't know anything about Blacks, because I attended segregated schools. The gentleman I commuted with for four years, mentioned here https://www.lotterypost.com/blog/6174, is black. One of the most honest, kindest human beings, I have ever know. Before they could hire me at SLAC, they had to promote someone to same level as they were hiring me. It turned out to be him. The first time, I met him, I told him, " you are the biggest Black man, I have ever met", you should have been a pro football player. He replied, "I would have if my knee would not have blown out in college". I told him, "you know you owe me one, for getting you a promotion". He replied, "you owe me for getting you this job". From that day on, we were friends and still are. He was a very intelligent man. Whenever I bbq'd, he and his family were invited and when he held one, I was invited. On the many trips back and forth to work, I learned a lot about him and his family, when he was growing up. One of the things, he was strict on, in his house. No profanity!! If you did, he would say, no profanity, or leave. I seen this happen, and he was strict with his son. He only had one child.

When we left work, I noticed he would always remove the mechanical pencil from his pockets. One day, I asked, why? He tells me, he did not want to be accused of stealing. Besides he goes, my mama would not like that. Then, he started telling me this story. When he was 13 years old, was the time the Watts Riots in 1964, were taking place. He tells me, I took a TV home and mama got really angry. She made me carry the TV back to the store, where I got it.

He would always take off from the first week in Dec and come back, after New Years. He drove an older car and one year after, coming back to work. We were pre-aligning an experiment for some test and he tells me about one of his brothers. He told me his brother was a drug dealer and he had seen, six Hefty garbage bags and each had $100,000. His brother offered to buy him a new car and he turned him down. For what reason, I asked him? He tells me, Bob how would you feel, if the cops showed up here one day and confiscated your car, because it was bought with drug money? BTW, his brother was killed in prison. What I said about him being honest is still true today.

His son grew up and was the number 1, defensive back in CA. Had a full scholarship to Stanford. Had a very promising pro career ahead of him, blew out his knee, his sophomore season, end of football dream. He has something that thousands of people don't have, a Stanford University degree. He is now a high school math teacher. His father, my friend retired from Stanford in March, this year.