At 92, he rode his motorcycle sixty miles to take chemo-therapy. That says
something about not giving in.
Here’s to Clyde Titus, from my home town, who died recently. He lived a long and productive life. The word I heard from around town is that at the age of 92 he rode his motorcycle 60 miles to a Tulsa hospital for chemotherapy. That’s a round trip of 120 miles and a feat worth remembering.