From Don Bell

I can't believe I will not get another chance to see that big, round face with the chrubic smile. I cannot believe I will not get another chance to sit next to him and score a Mariner baseball game. I can't believe I will not get another chance to hear that bellicose laugh and see that twinkle in his eye. I can't believe I will not get another chance to eat the grilled king salmon, done to perfection at the hands of the master.

Bud, I also miss you for all these reasons and so many more. We met 34 years ago as empoyees of Group Health.

I remember our guitly pleasure in deliberately eating lunch in the GHC cafeteria during the hour everyday when it was off-limits to everyone but the docs.

 I remember talking about the philosophies of the quality improvement gurus for many hours.

 I remember standing by your hospital bed as you spoke blithely of surgery you had just surviived as the slice  and dice."

 I remember the countless hours of baseball games. In April it was "anything is posssible." But in too many Augusts it was "wait til next year."

I remember the day you and Bob led an Appreciative Inquiry for my school in my first three months as Dean.

I remember your "Charlie Brown" sense of humor.

I remember your great  ability to organize the Baseball Boyz.

I remember a 34 year friendship.

Thanks for memories, my  dear friend.

Don Bell