GOD MADE ME a person who loves and desires touch. I love giving hugs and not letting go. I love patting people on the back and squeezing people’s arms in af rmation or excitement when conversing.

MY SON DIED of cancer. Sorry to ambush you, but there's no sugarcoating a child's death.

GROWING UP, I WITNESSED the hard work ethic of my dad, a chemical engineer who became an entrepreneur. He worked six, sometimes seven, days a week. I remember pleading with him to hang out with me on his days off. As you might guess, it didn’t happen very often. He was usually too tired to do anything.

RANDY HAS ALWAYS been generous with his time and resources.