During my 12 years on Long Island, Liz became one of my closest friends. She was always available for everything from a ride to work to a shoulder to cry on. She was upbeat, encouraging, and gave excellent advice (but only when asked.) Our offices were next to each other for many years and I enjoyed hearing her advice and observations for others as well. I also was witness to her fierce shepherding of the Bulletin to publication over the years. She was sometimes overruled, but she never backed down. When my brother died, she called me nearly every day for a few weeks, just to see if I needed to talk and make sure I was managing my grief. On happier occasions, she made clever birthday cards with drawings and poems that I cherish to this day. After I moved back to New Mexico, Liz would check in on me from time to time and share the news from New York. During the Covid lockdown, I wrote a novel which she recently offered to read and give me her thoughts. To my astonishment, she stayed up all night reading as soon as she received it and gave me excellent suggestions, along with an enormous dose of support and encouragement. Liz was an extraordinary woman whose friendship sustained me in difficult times and was delightful at all times. I will never forget her.