Last week at The Corner , Daniel Foster quoted a reader as saying, “I’m always astonished by the ability of Economist obits to make you miss someone you never knew existed.” That’s the way I felt after watching this brief clip of legendary coach John Wooden , who passed away earlier this month. Because I don’t follow basketball, I never heard much about Wooden. But he seems to have been an incredibly wise and loving man.
His wife died twenty-five years before him, on March 21, 1985. Before his own death, Coach Wooden would honor his wife’s memory by writing her a monthly love letter on the twenty-first day of each month—300 love letters.
(Via: Justin Taylor )
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