Dr. Harold Bowie was my boss, friend, mentor, encourager, and brother. I have so many pleasant memories of my association with him. I will share only two. (Out of respect, I never could bring myself to call him Harold, although he insisted that I do so). One day Dr. Bowie told me he knew that I loved baseball and had played for Harding College. He believed that Harding Academy should have a baseball program and that I should coach it. He promised that he would be my assistant as his schedule permitted. Dr. Bowie had been an outstanding baseball player. Under those conditions, how could I refuse? Dr. Bowie showed up for the first practice and I never saw him again except as he came to support and watch the games. He and I laughed about that many times. Dr. Bowie never asked me to do anything that he wasn’t willing to do himself. About 11 p.m. one evening he called me and said that the high school chorus had an emergency. Their bus had broken down and they were stranded in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Thirty minutes later he and I pulled another bus out of the parking lot at the Academy and headed for Gatlinburg. We needed to be there early so the chorus could continue their trip the next morning. We drove through the night stopping only for gasoline when necessary. We didn’t stop even to change drivers. To stay alert and to keep from tiring, we changed places without stopping about every hour. I would rise from the drivers seat and Dr. Bowie would slide under me and then I would do the same as we kept the bus rolling through the night. We arrived in Gatlinburg before it was time for the chorus to depart. Dr. Bowie caught a plane back to Memphis and left me to bring the other bus home after it was repaired. I offer my condolences to all the Bowie family.Bob Diles