This is an updated version of a prose piece from 2009 that was approved by Dean then rewritten as a Q & A. It has been restored to as close to the version that he approved as possible:
DEAN Powell sounded tired and mithered when he picked up the phone for a longer talk than our usual “Can you confirm X, Y or Z?” conversations. The quick query ones always took place in the daytime, when news moves fast, and our longer, more drawn-out talks would take place in the evening or later into the night.
Powell would sometimes sound a bit out-of-breath, his evening power walk stopped for no man, and you can often hear the wind rushing by him as he mixed exercise of the body with exercise of the mind; he always seemed more happy when we got beyond the present and future and wound our way right back to his past.