He picked up his plate and with deference to the others said, “I’m going to eat with my friend.” The mostly white-haired men at his table nodded and said, “Thanks for coming, Coach. Good to see you.” All eyes followed him across the room as he sat down in the seat next to me. It was somewhere in the late 1980’s. We were at a restaurant on Camelback Road in Phoenix and at an intra Kiwanis club luncheon. The room settled after the President of my club tapped his spoon lightly