I count as one of my proudest singular achievements that in my college years (the first time around) when I was back east for a spell and got to climb the Washington Monument! On a sadder note, I was strolling around Kensington Palace on a once-in-a-lifetime business trip to London, the same grounds that not one month later was a sea of flowers, a shrine for Princess Dianna. From my desk in Los Angeles, I felt like I was still there, that it was happening at my feet. I think, too, that it was one of the things about my son-in-law Greg's death that hit me so hard--we each had been sent by our companies to London, very close together, he and I, for similar work, and when he left this earth, he left behind our own Princess Alice, so much like Dianna, and so soon after. The images, which for me became related to Greg, were all mixed together--these two beautiful women, our virtually shared trip just weeks apart to England with the same sights, and the hopelessly tragic, untimely losses for not just all of us but especially for their respective children.