If you look carefully at Linda Victoria's brilliant collage to the left you'll spot this priest in more than one place. Msgr Arsenio Carrillo was a towering figure in the life of Tucson families and continues as a prime inspiration for the future. I write about him in Sometimes David Wins. Book writing encourages a deeper reflection about who really matters in a life. Msgr Carrillo was one of those - not just for me, but for countless others.
My uncle Orrin was an amazing character. He died a few years before my brother John and I were born, but he lived on in stories told about him and letters written by him. And he wrote a regular column for the local newspaper that his co-workers turned into a book published posthumously. I know for sure we'd have hit it off, which makes his untimely passing from polio (before the Salk vaccine was widely available) painful all these many decades later. It's almost spooky how a deceased relative - never met in person - can exercise an outsized impact on a life - mine.