I got into some mischief back when I was in college. I know this probably surprises you but I did. I got moved from one dorm to another, and I consider it the best trouble I ever got in. You see, in so doing, I made a lifelong friend. Our dormitories were set up in suites, with two roommates each sharing sinks, a toilet and a shower in between. Chuck became a suite mate for my last 3 collegiate years in western New York. Because I didn't want to travel home to Maine for long Thanksgiving weekends, I got invited to stay with him at his family's home in Buffalo. After graduation, he went off to Vietnam flying refueling tankers, and eventually even got stationed in the 'outer limits' at Loring Airforce Base in Limestone, Maine. He taught ROTC at various stops, and we visited them once when they were living in Nashua, NH and ended up babysitting their oldest son Jeff the day Greg was born. He flew for Delta Airlines for 35 years and did his 'final touchdown' Saturday morning. I spent this past weekend with him and his wonderful family in Atlanta. It was a special time that I would never have missed. In those four dorm years, we shared so much. Staying connected to friends of long ago is something he specializes in. Retirement can be so bitter-sweet at times. I'm so lucky we connected way back then. See? Mischief can breed fine results. Touchdown! Show me the way, Chuck.