Every once in a while some vivid happy memory jumps into my consciousness with marvelous intensity.The most recent one that comes to mind is a day in Rome with dear friends. I had been sent back to Rome for graduate wor,k and with Ray and Michael two other graduate students we ventured into the area of the catacombs under St.Peter’s Basilica. Michael was an accomplished archaeologist who guided us through the labyrinth with endless stories and interpretations of the inscriptions on the tombs. The rest of the day was spent in a restaurant near the Piazza Del Popolo gorging ourselves on various Roman delicacies and imbibing on red wines.Ray is now gone, and Michael lives in Paris, but in that immediate recollection they once again are both vibrant parts of my life ,and that day still fills me with the warmth of human friendship.