Rocky was one of those you've always known even if you'd just met.  He had that soul that had been around for awhile -- so long he never bothered to sweat the small stuff.  Still, he tried to teach. In my case it was to dance even though he was at an errand doomed to failure.  He had a marvelous flexibility about him both emotionally and physically.  He could touch his forhead to his unbent knees.  When he first demonstrated this skill I remember thinking, "wow, that's talent."  And what talent ... As he lay dying, I recalled the occasion to him.  His reply was to ask if I wanted to see it again.  You bet, Rocky.  You bet.