This summer, I keep missing the most venerable member of the Plough team. Tony Potts was eighty-eight when he succumbed to leukemia on April 28, 2025. But “succumbed” is not a word anyone would associate with Tony. He was on the basketball court and in the soccer goal well into his eighties. A week before his death, he commissioned some grandsons to wrestle two electric scooters – his and his wife Jenny’s – into a pickup so they could traverse the Walkway over the Hudson one more time. Till his final days, he went out behind his house to revel in the early morning birdsong and the wind in the trees.

Plough’s oldest staffer passes on a legacy.