You aren’t your father. I knew your father. We were on a first-name basis... and I don’t just say that because every time I met with him I was wearing a nametag that said, “Tom” on it. I’m saying that because I honestly believe that he remembered that he had a good way to remember my name, such as remembering that it was the same first name as his.

The last time I saw Kean Sr. was at a Christmas party last year--he was walking out as I was walking in. He clearly knew he knew me, said "hi" and asked how I was doing but he didn't actually say my name, I don't think. It could have just been the timing but it was interesting all the same.