Thursday, March 21, 2024
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I’d seen Quinten around before, and I knew who he was, but I’ll never forget the first day I really met him. His brother and my son were playing baseball together, it was a warm sunny day and my family and I were walking up to a crowd of onlookers along the fence line, Quinten was sitting up on a chair in the box of a truck. I heard him before I saw him, he was educating those around him on the quality of the performance of some players. As he saw it. He was doing it in the colourful language that I came to know as his, unique, just as he was. I laughed then and in every encounter I had with Quinten thereafter. If I saw he was at a game, I would smile immediately, as I knew I was in for some of his very own analysis, as only he could tell it. I really enjoyed him, his character, his humour and attitude. He will be missed, but not forgotten.
