I have just finished reading the obit of Stan the Man Musial in the New York Times. Having lived in St. Louis for 30 plus years I was keenly aware of Stan the Man as a living legend of baseball. But, I have an anecdotal story to share to show what a grand gentleman he was also. In 1963, during baseball season I was a junior in high school and a lifeguard camp counselor at an Easter Seals Camp at Little Grassy Lake in Carbondale. One of my charges, a young man about 8 years old adored and idolized Stan the Man. A field trip was planned to bring a bus load of the campers to St. Louis for one of the games. I was one of the chaperones. We arranged for some of the players to visit with the children after the game. These kids were disabled because of CP, polio, birth defects, etc. When the game ended which the Cardinals won, we started moving the kiddos to the appointed place to meet the players. This was still in the old Sportman's Park in North St. Louis. Two baseball stadium behind the presence home of the Cardinals. Joey the little camper who was a big fan of Stan the Man was so excited I thought we were going to have to tranquilize him. But, his charisma for the game was picked up by Stan the Man who it turned out was one of the players sent to meet the kids. Joey and Stan had a very baseball technical talk about the game and at the end of the meeting Stan posed for photos with Joey and then gave him a baseball that had been used in the game that had just ended. Joey was ecstatic. He floated on cloud 9 for days afterwards and treasured the baseball probably to this very day. I was totally impressed by Stan the Man and his very gracious hospitality to a small disabled 8 year old, whose life was forever enriched because of the small efforts that Musial had made on his behalf. RIP Stan the Man.