I remember the first time I crossed paths with Mr. Brown. I was a freshman at O'Hara and he overheard me using profane language in the hallway. He turned to me and with a stern look on his face and chided me saying, "Hey F__k Face, you can't talk like that in here. This is not church". I froze, having zero idea how to respond to that. We locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he winked at me and went on his way. A few years later I had him as a teacher. It was one of my great joys in high school. When people asked, what class he taught me, I always responded; LIFE 101. I had the pleasure of knowing him again in my adult life and even visiting him at his home on a Father's Day a number of years ago which allowed me to share with him how blessed I have been when I introduced him to my 4 beautiful children. They still speak of that day. It was the last time I saw him in person. Though I still see him from time to time in my mind's eye whenever I see or read something that brings me to pause, or reflect, or if something interesting is happening in the night sky. I can say with 100% certainty that my life has been more fulfilling because John Brown passed through it. Fare thee well, my friend, fare thee well.