I first met Quint Cusack in the early 1970's, when Ginny and I both worked at the same business, "The Intersection," in Eastown, Grand Rapids. I was excited about small game hunting in those days and we often discussed it among ourselves at work. Ginny commented that there were rabbits and pheasants in Hubbardston at the family farm and gave me her dad's phone number, actually his real estate card. After talking to Mr. Cusack on the phone and asking if he would mind a party of three walking through his fields and hedgerows, he invited us to come out. I, along with another bartender also invited our mutual friend, Themes Sterling, the man who cleaned all the businesses in the East Building where "The Intersection" was located. Themes, 60 years of age at the time, hadn't been hunting for many years and was excited at the opportunity to join us. We arrived in Hubbardston at the family farm where there were several family, friends, and others bustling about doing various chores and the work of a large operating farm in October. When we pulled into the yard activity stopped as the younger people about saw the two of us 20-somethings together with an old, Black man step out of the car. There were very few Black persons seen in Hubbardston - or anywhere else in Rural Ionia or Clinton Counties in those times. Quint, who would have been in his early 50's then, immediately dropped what he was doing - something with a milk cow, I recall - and strolled over, smiling, and offered his hand to Themes, and said, " I'm Quint Cusack, good to see you! Do you think you can keep up with these young guys?" What isn't stated here is what wasn't stated then; he saw a way to immediately welcome the unexpected guest and show by example that the measure of a man is not his color or position, but what he has in his character. When we came in from the fields a while later, he sat down and chatted with Themes over a cup of tea, if I recall correctly. This simple anecdote may not seem like much, but it certainly was then and there, and was indicative of his character. I have come to know several of the extended Cusacks over the years and have never forgotten that day at Hubbardston. He was a good man who lived his belief and I have never forgotten his simple act of welcome. I am sorry to Ginny and all the Cusack extended clan that this fine man has died. I can be sure though, that their memories of time spent with Patrick (or Quint), will be good ones all the way around.