Tom Clancy was 66 when he passed away a couple of days ago. I am 66. I had spent time with him some years ago, when we were both on the board of directors of a software company in North Carolina called Virtus. That company spun out Red Storm Entertainment, named for “Red Storm Rising,” a Clancy best-seller. It published games based on Tom’s books–and later, books by Michael Creighton.
After Tom bought a stake in the Orioles, the board met in his Baltimore place, then went to Camden Yards to watch a game from the owner’s box. I don’t even recall who they were playing, so dazzled I was.
I remember Tom as quiet, thoughtful, a bit withdrawn. Perhaps that was the result of his fame by then.
Good to have known you, Tom. May your family find comfort.