These men. They’ve been so much to so many for so many years. I don’t even care if that sounds excessive. These men have seen friends born, my strep throat, my gross toes, and my father’s death. They’ve pulled many a kid up the hill after a long day sledding and gone running down Rye Hollow talking about life’s events and challenges. They’re the kind of doctors I think many people want to be – but because of the constraints of our modern era – can’t be. They’ve served so well. I’ve been working on a project about them, and look forward to sharing more later. But for now – Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.