As soon as this tragedy happened in New Orleans, I just was haunted by memories and thoughts about Roberto Clemente and sort of how he gave his life to help people in a situation like this. It was very heartening for me to see athletes of this era come through in ways larger than themselves.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

Will George Bush be haunted by New Orleans to the last day of his presidency?

I think it's a little too soon. The memories are still fresh, the wounds still raw.

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

The memories of the Munich games for me are of triumph and tragedy.