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July 10, 2014

Many years ago, when we were together in Maine for the last time during Dadís lifetime, we rented a house in downtown Bar Harbor.† All of our friends from the lab came to visit, and we threw a wonderful party with all the doors open, people laughing, talking, eating, drinking, and remembering joyfully.† Those golden days and our happy memories bound us together even though we hadnít seen each other for some time.† During that visit, Dad and I went to see our old cottage.† It wasnít locked, and it hadnít changed. It was like walking into the past together.