I’m not very good with saying goodbye. We lost a very fine friend last month. I first met Jan when I joined the Vietnam veterans support group in Port Townsend in 2003. My leftovers from the Southeast Asia War Games were interfering with Life, as had happened in the early 1990s. We found we could talk easily over coffee. We shared our affiliation with traveling Bill Wilson’s road to happy destiny and were easy with discussing such trivialities as the meaning of the universe. Rest easy and enjoy, my friend, until we are together again.