the sort of person you come across only a handful of times in your entire life. he was tough as nails. fighter to his core. but also one of the most compassionate individuals you could ever imagine. he never forgot where he came from. he always stuck up for the underdog and the little guy. i believe harry drew a lot of that compassion from his faith. he grew up, of course, as everybody knows, in a town with more than a dozen brothels and no church. but as many here know, after harry moved to henderson and met landra, they both converted to the church of jesus christ of latterday saints. harry kept the book of mormon in his office, and i would like to read a verse from chapter 9 that gives me great comfort after the loss of my dear, dear friend. and mentor.