Carter was my big brother. One time, while he and I were out on our driveway playing basketball, Mike Ward and Louie Nistico (in the slang of the day, a couple of greasers) wandered by and started to bully me (I think I was in 7th grade at the time). Carter grabbed Mike Ward by the shirt collar and just about lifted him off the ground, telling Mike to "Leave my brother alone." Mike said to Louis, "Jump him!" Meaning to jump Carter. Louie looked up at Carter, who was well on his way to growing into his full 6'6'' height, and said back to Mike, "He's big!" Mike and Louie then went on their way, defeated. I think of this incident as Carter in a nutshell. He looked out for others. He could really surprise you as to what he was capable of doing. He died way too young. It was a devastating blow to our family.

A solid guy--Brilliant and VERY funny. He was my good friend thru high school and beyond; gone way to soon--we lost a talented and gifted man.

It’s sad but in a way fitting that Carter and Jim are next to each other. Two guys who were among the best students in our class—and who went to Princeton together—but they never flaunted their brilliance. And both were always willing to be so helpful. Always! I was with Carter when he suffered a fatal heart attack in a basketball game at the age of 41. It was that night in particular that drove home for me the randomness of life. We had been enjoying ourselves in the pregame warm-ups—chatting about, among other things, the Knicks and looking forward to going to Madison Square Garden two nights later. And then, roughly 15 minutes later, he collapsed. I can assure you he was in really good spirits just before he died and I have always tried to take at least a bit of comfort from that.