In the end what stands out, for me, is the glint in Cliff’s eyes. Put him in a competition, and he had the degree of fierceness one might expect of anyone who can break a four-minute mile. But spend time talking with Cliff, and you could not help but be taken by the sparkle that flashed from the center of his eyes. The light that searched for mirth and mischief. It was as if he could not help from showing you that while serious matters exist, much of what we live is a lark.

I had the privilege of being in Cliff’s matriculating college class, and of following (well behind) in his footsteps on the trails and the track. I had the luck of seeing him one more time during our 25^th reunion. I try to focus on these things, and not the void.

Eric Barron