I was a mite surprised at the gift presented to you on the occasion of your retirement party—a really beautiful set of golf clubs. I happen to know that you are not a golfer, and when I asked someone about the gift, the answer was:“That's what Sheila said Herb wanted most of all. He doesn't play now, but he's determined to learn.”
Of course, I shouldn't be surprised. You've been constantly pursuing new challenges throughout your 45 years at Watson-Ferguson, and I can't think of one that you didn't master. It's that fierce determination—tempered with a delightful wit and practical-mindedness—that has made you such an outstanding financial executive. Why not golf, indeed!
We will miss you, naturally but our gloom is brightened somewhat by our vision of your chasing the little white ball all over Hilton Head Island. That, by the way, sounds like a lot more fun than juggling debentures and arguing with? security? analysts? Mary joins me in wishing for you and Sheila many happy years in the Sun Belt. Be sure to drop in on the folks here at W-F when you get to Cleveland.
Best personal regards.