Gene is one of the group of retired black men who walk at 6:30 a.m. each weekday morning at the Greenway. JJ and I are not that ambitious, so we usually see Gene and his friends in the parking lot as they drink water and finish their conversations. We had seen Gene a couple of weeks ago. He had been sick and had lost about 30 pounds. He told me that he had found a lawyer who helped him get his affairs in order. He asked me if I needed the person's card. I have seen him, thoug