I had the privilege of chauffeuring Mr. Pohl during one of the BYU science fiction symposiums in the mid-80's (probably 1984 or '85, judging from the publication dates in the autographed copies of his books I have.)
I drove him to the airport in Salt Lake City (a 40-ish mile drive from Provo) to pick up his wife, Elizabeth Ann Hull, who came in on a later flight. We chatted about lots of stuff -- I remember discussing the New Wave band Icicle Works, which appropriated its name from one of his classic stories ("The Day the Icicle Works Closed"). But what I mostly remember is how excited he was to see Betty, as they were fairly recent newlyweds at the time. He was like a teenager, even though I thought he was impossibly old -- He was probably only 65 or 66! From my lofty vantage point of 24 or 25, that was ANCIENT! Nowadays, not so much...
Anyway, I will always treasure that memory. Rest in peace, and thanks for all the great stories.