to: Dan McDevitt for teaching me to rock climb the right way, and to not perish as a  bloodstain on the unforgiving Yosemite granite.

to: Bruce Walter Brossman for being the best boss ever and giving me ample opportunities to learn and to shine.

to: Timothy Messick for giving just the right amount of how to ski well, and in style, instruction and inspiration.

to: William Albert Russell for quiping the question "Walleye, why do you coil your rope like a  ladybug?" to which I most indignantly shot back "well, how do you coil your rope?" to which he instantaniously retorted in his inimatable way "like a man, Walleye!"

to: David Michael Schultz. You are The Man; the most capable, motivated, badass-motherfucker I ever knew. How well I remember the years in Yosemite when you and Croft ruled the world. Those five days climbing the "Son of Heart" route on El Capitan with you, was perhaps, the greatest adventure of my life! Respect!

to: Stanley Kubrick and Ansel Adams for showing me what impeccable craft is.

to: Kevin Douglas Fosburg. I am pleased we both have had to make our purchases from the gigantic shopping mall of life, and thus far, have avoided using the express checkout lane to pay for it all. Well done sir; well done, indeed.