I once wrote a column about Blackie Sherrod, the long time Texas sports columnist, and within less than a week I got a hand-written letter thanking me, but saying it must have been a slow news day for him to get an entire column.
Blackie was my hero, but I was one of legions who loved to read him, visit with him or just cover an assignment with him.
Several years ago the Arkansas Razorbacks were in the Cotton Bowl and there was a function for the media.
Blackie was there with some of his colleagues when we arrived. My fellow sports writers wanted to be introduced so I asked him and he seemed embarrassed, but said give him a couple of minutes.
A few minutes later he walked over, met everyone shook their hand and told a story or two that made him the butt of the joke.
When he was about to leave, I said thanks Blackie and he stopped, looked me in the eye and said, “No, thank you.’
Blackie died yesterday at the age of 96.