My earliest memory of Dorothy was in our family kitchen in Thorp, when she brought Joe home to meet the family in Wisconsin. Even then she seemed exciting and full of life. I really connected with her years later when I attended graduate school in Oregon and began visiting San Francisco. I later moved to SF and Dorothy became my guide to the city’s politics and cultural treasures. We shared a lot of experiences, both good (splitting my 1989 World Series tickets) and bad (the trauma of the earthquake of the very same year). After I moved to Japan we stayed in touch with frequent phone calls and I visited whenever I returned to the States. Dorothy’s passing has hit me hard. She never gave the impression that she was moving toward the end. Always planning new adventures, keeping current, and adopting new technologies. She always seemed to be just beginning. Like Gordon, I had a long phone conversation with her the Saturday before she died. She sounded strong and enthusiastic and was looking forward to the Christmas season she loved so much. I have lost a friend, a mentor, a beloved aunt, and a lovely person. I miss her greatly.