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	<title>Comments on: About Howard</title>
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		<title>By: Sonya</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 03:29:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I first met Howard when I was an undergraduate student at CMU and he was a graduate student.  We liked to attend the same aerobics class.  You could not imagine a more incongruous scene for Howard.  Amid a sea of colorful t-shirts and sweatpants, Howard stood out with his black tank top, shorts, and shoes.  He would sweep across the floor to the tune of ‘Funkytown’ in expansive grape-vines, punch the air with his fists, and set the pace for the rest of us with his irrepressible energy.  One on one, Howard could sometimes be quiet, but he didn’t need to say anything to make his friends feel accepted.  He expressed concern without telling someone what to do, and he provided encouragement without making someone feel that they had to live up to unrealistic expectations.  I’m sorry that the times I talked with Howard grew farther apart along with the miles, and I’m sorry that I never thanked him for his steady, solid friendship.  I’ll remember Howard as he was - smiling, active, solving problems, humble, laughing, dancing, listening, open-minded, buoyant hair, full of life.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I first met Howard when I was an undergraduate student at CMU and he was a graduate student.  We liked to attend the same aerobics class.  You could not imagine a more incongruous scene for Howard.  Amid a sea of colorful t-shirts and sweatpants, Howard stood out with his black tank top, shorts, and shoes.  He would sweep across the floor to the tune of ‘Funkytown’ in expansive grape-vines, punch the air with his fists, and set the pace for the rest of us with his irrepressible energy.  One on one, Howard could sometimes be quiet, but he didn’t need to say anything to make his friends feel accepted.  He expressed concern without telling someone what to do, and he provided encouragement without making someone feel that they had to live up to unrealistic expectations.  I’m sorry that the times I talked with Howard grew farther apart along with the miles, and I’m sorry that I never thanked him for his steady, solid friendship.  I’ll remember Howard as he was &#8211; smiling, active, solving problems, humble, laughing, dancing, listening, open-minded, buoyant hair, full of life.</p>
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