He had the brilliant mind of a rapier. He had graduated from high school with my grandfather in 1929 and went on to study at Rome's Pontifical North American College and was ordained in Rome. He was my first inspiration to know and love Rome. The Lord gave me the passion through him. He once said to my mother that he had been ordained over the tomb of St. Peter and that it had not all been a bed of roses. In later years he was blind and was the best Confessor I have ever witnessed. I cried my eyes out the last time I saw him. I always wanted to be like him. He was my hero.