Benji and I started at the East-West Center (Honolulu, Hawai'i) in 1962; she was a staff member and I was an eager MA student. Our careers took us "across the street" from one another—she at the EWC and I at the University of Hawai'i. We have shared a lot of travels, adventures, triumphs, and tragedies over some six decades. One of my most unforgettable images of Benji comes from Burma, where she "held court" at the foot of a stupa in Pagan, waiting for us more mobile types (Vicky, Dan, and me) to return from climbing up and down yet another pagoda. She was surrounded by curious little kids who watched solemnly as she sketched these monuments that were their heritage. They crowded around her as she showed and narrated her sketches, a veritable mother hen with a dozen or so little chicks—all fascinated by this big lady who could "take pictures without a camera." Benji was always good at making contact, even without language. She remains a strong presence and a great friend for my personal journey. Me ke aloha poina 'ole, Benj.