Sally, I wanted to share one of my fondest memories with Gary. I remember many Stern Grove trips with you both, back in the old days, before all the terraces and ticketing. We would all sit out in blankets on the grass, enjoying good weather (for San Francisco), good food, good music, and good company. On one of these occasions, Gary played football with me for what felt like hours. I was still a small child, and he talked with me all day, laughing joyously as he would always do. I remember the character and emotion in his face; he was so expressive and full of life. When the concert was over, he threw the ball to me continuously, while the rest of the adults loitered and talked. Upon departing, he gave me his straw hat, simply because I liked it. “I can keep it?” I asked. “Sure why not? Of course. It’s yours.” I thought that was so cool. Even decades later, his kindness, his generosity, and his playfulness and joy still resonate in this world. With me, and with all who knew him. He made an impact with his life. With love