My affection for all things Thurman borders on the silly. I was just a young kid, about same age as my older son is now, when Thurman died. I remember where I was (Wildwood Crest, NJ). Yet, I remain a tremendous fan to this day. Which is why somehow it pains me to see that his wife is auctioning off his stuff, even though the cause (his grandchildren) is completely worthwhile.
I want that glove.