There are moments in our lives that simply take our breath away. You remember where you were, who you were with, when those moments occur. Aug. 2, 1979 was one of those days. The day our Captain, Thurman Munson, died in a plane crash.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 40 years since that horrible day. The phone rang in the late afternoon and I picked it up in my parents’ bedroom. My best friend was on the line. “Guess who died?” he said. Immediately, I thought it was one of our friends.