Profoundly saddened though we are, we cannot think back on our long friendship with Vince and Spring without remembering laughter. What began in Indiana has continued through Minnesota, Missouri, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania -- the warmth of coming together as if we had never been apart and sharing with absolute ease whatever needed to be shared. Though Vince's point of view was cultivated in pasta and ours in gefilte fish, our conversations ranged effortlessly from childhood memories to the raising of our own children to the joys of our grandchildren, and somehow it all ended up being funny. Harvey, especially, has cherished a bond of shared pain and laughter with Vince that was like no other. Sometimes, words weren't even needed. Vince understood. We will miss that warmth, understanding, and humor terribly. But how lucky we have been to travel so far together! We have a saying in Judaism, "May his memory be for a blessing." Oh, it will be. It is.