We flew to Oregon last week to get together with all my siblings for the first time since our parents funeral, seven years ago. Part of the trip was set aside for a meeting with two colleagues of mine with whom I have worked for almost 40 years (Frank Evans) and around 30 years (Dr. Mark Singer). We got a meeting room in Tualatin, Oregon to discuss the technical aspects of work they do for me as contractors in my day job. It is a gift to be able to work with them. In our field, there are none better both technically and in terms of good will. I am writing this as a marker by which to honor and remember them–we are all old and live far apart–them in Oregon and me in Texas, so this might be the last time. I hope not.