This would be ironic if I am the first to do a story about "Cliffy". That's what I have always known him by. I say ironic to be first because Cliff yand I ran the 440 (quarter-mile as it was known) on the track team at Riverside High. I was pretty good but, Cliffy was always better. It took me three years to realize I was his "rabbit." I would sprint out to a quick lead but, Cliffy would never let me get too far in front. Then, no matter how big a lead I had, when we made that final turn, Cliffy woud turn it on and go past me. If I ran a "52", Cliffy would run a "51.5" and nip me at the finish line. In our senior year I asked Rocky Cancellieri, the coach, if I could run the dashes--100 and 220. He asked,"why?" And I said, "so I can have a chance of winning." Thankfully, Cliffy was content to keep running the 440.
What I remember most about Cliffy, in addition to his strong competiveness, was that he always thought the best of everyone. I never heard him say a bad thing about anyone. It wasn't that he was a cock-eyed optimist but rather, he was just a great guy. Cliffy, I will miss you. Thanks for being the wonderful person you were.