I didn’t get off to the best of starts with Norman, inadvertently upsetting him with the title of a psychology book about families that I was talking to Alan about. Our second meeting was at Norman’s first sweatlodge when I think I frightened him, again inadvertently, when I shouted “late on parade McPherson” meaning Alan: it turned out ok by the end of the day though. Our final meeting was a more a thoroughly joyous occasion: Alan and Kirk’s wedding, and it is this memory of Norman, sporting his tartan, that I will hold always. I know Norman will leave a big hole in the lives of his family and friends, and I send my love and sincere condolences at their loss. Anne