I remember when I first met Nate Northington.
We were at a book fair, and Mr. Northington was surrounded by family and friends. I noticed that from the looks of it, he kept in shape. He was trim, dressed in a smart brown suit, with an electric blue shirt. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a warm smile and kind eyes hidden behind glasses. I noticed he was careful to talk with everyone, to answer their questions and listen to their stories. His voice was soft, and he used it sparingly. But when he said something, I learned it usually was something important.