I remember the day Ronald Reagan was shot. I was at work at a well-known discount chain store, manning the electronics department. The whole gloomy afternoon was spent with customers crowding my televisions.
What I didn’t remember was that the president 
was shot on the Monday of the NCAA basketball final, and that the game almost wasn’t played. As I watched the old films of those sad events, I realized how distant they were. My children don’t know them.
Another pregame show on Final Four Saturday, 2006, was the top 10 college basketball games ever. I’m old enough to remember a lot of those games, and certainly many of the players, and most of the coaches. I was surprised how many of them have died. I watched Jim Valvano run across the floor in 1983, and I thought of how little time we have and how much we need to do before we go. What can we do to be remembered a year, five years, 20 years after our passing? What difference can we make?
