Since 1965, Stan Hart and I have been neighbors on Abel’s Hill, coming together for countless hours of socializing, beach time, conversation — and especially tennis. We played as partners and opponents, mostly doubles but we would play singles if we couldn’t get four for doubles.

Stan’s tennis was as close as anything to being a metaphor for his life. If his tennis was good, and he was on a winning streak — life was good. And the opposite was also true.

It was my good fortune to have known Steve Crampton for many years — to have had a chance to see him up close with his family, as a leader in his profession and in the community and as someone who loved and excelled in many sports. He was a true friend; I greatly enjoyed being with him and I had the greatest respect for his advice and counsel.