"That morning I entered the dining car, thinking I would be the only one there, and saw, peering out around his newspaper and through his thick glasses, clean shaven, in a shirt and tie, suit, and white sweat socks, Tim, or as we called him, "Clark Kent." He invited me to join him for breakfast. The lenses on Tim's glasses were the thickest I had ever seen. He experimented wearing contact lenses in games, but found them uncomfortable. I have often wondered how much greater this future Hall of Famer would have been if he were able to see!"