Jason was a dear friend. We operated on the same day each week at Holy Spirit for close to thirty years. One locker apart. As you can imagine, there were many shared experiences. Unfortunately,his clothes did not fit me; and so I never asked to borrow any. He was somewhat posessive about his ties, and so I assumed they were off limits. There are limits to every friendship,I suppose. When I broke my right thumb skiing at Vail on St Patrick's Day, March 17, 1987, I thought of no on else but Jason,and called him before the plaster was dry on the temporary cast. Jason did such a great job in the OR one week later that I have absolutely no loss of function. In a sense he saved my career as an ENT surgeon,and I remain indebted. When my younger son dislocated his shoulder playing lacrosse at the Harrisburg Academy several years later,naturally the call went out; and Jason once again came to the rescue. There is no better professional and personal endorsement than when one doctor selects another to care for him and his or her family. In addition, Jason had a certain sense of elan,and a sharp sense of humor and incite which was uniquely admirable. Even more importantly, Jason possessed a strong sense of commitment to his family,friends,professional associates and colleagues and humanity in general. We will all miss him , but our lives are much richer for having known him. Norman Woldorf