He was a stickler for punctuality. He kept a strict schedule, getting up at 4:30 in the morning for his yoga and prayers. He said he was never bored because he knew exactly what he would be doing the next half-hour. He loved clocks. He wanted one in every room. I used to joke that he would even put one in the bathroom. He always was early for appointments, whether it was to catch a train or to have lunch. Once he went to the library to tutor math to some students and was upset that the library doors opened at 10:05 a.m. instead of 10:00 a.m. If you promised him you'd be home by 9 p.m, he expected you to do so or call him by 9 p.m. to let him know you were late. He didn't like to waste time, whether it was his own or that of others. If I told him I didn't have time to exercise, he would say, "What do you mean you don't have time? Where there is a will, there is a way." He reminds us through his example that when you respect time all your life, the legacy you leave behind is timeless.