When Sheldon was sick and in the hospital in Bloomington most of his friends called and told me that they would not visit him in the state that he was in and wanted to remember him they way he was before the cancer. One day I looked up and Chuck Amati appeared in the doorway and talked to Sheldon about "old times" and some of the races that they had raced each other. He knew he couldn't answer back and probably didn't even know that he was there, but that didn't stop him. He stayed for several hours and talked with me and offered his help if the kids and I needed anything. I will never forget it or him.... RIP, our friend, and hope you and Sheldon are up there today trading racing stories.

Suzie Kinser Hodges