I first met Jason at Sheila and Linda's 25th reunion at Mount Holyoke. Sheila had convinced me that any loving husband would be delighted to accompany his wife for such a benchmark occasion. Anticipating sheer boredom I collected my Sports Illustrated and a book to read. Well, when I first connected with Jason, he told me Linda had put the exact same type of pressure on him. So, from the very start Jason and I had something in common. Books and magazines could be stowed away when we discovered to our great pleasure, that we had many, many more important things in common; such as a love of wine, gourmet feasts, travel and medicine. Since Linda and Jason would be passing within five minutes of our house on their way home from reunions, we invited them to stop by for dinner: steaks from the freezer accompanied by a '61 Ch. Margaux. A special bond was in the making. We traveled together on 6 overseas trips: champagne toasts to the midnight sun on a cruise through the fiords of Norway; standing in awe of the pyramids and Sphinx in Egypt; quenching multiple thirsts with wine and beer in Belgium and Germany; sherry, olives and almonds ina sunny square in Madrid; marveling at the Taj Mahal in India; and finally, drinking fine wine in luxury on a barge trip through parts of Burgundy, France with a fabulous chef on board who deserved at least one more star than the 3 star Lameloise (where we had dinner one night) in Chagny. So special to me are the great wines we shared together. When Jason was at our house for dinner, I would always try to bring out my best. We had a special retirement dinner for Jason in our home on Dataw Island, SC in Jan. 2007 to celebrate his official retirement. Among the offerings on Sheila's menu were caviar, fois gras, and prime filets. (Linda is such an outstanding gourmet cook that Sheila tries very hard to make her own mark.) I served a magnum of '61 Ch. Palmer that I had been saving to welcome Jason to the world of dynamic retirees (even though he continued to do medical exam for workman's comp for another year). But I do have to admit that, when it came to wines Jason was impossible to compete with as his cellar was about 10 times the size of mine. I will never forget his generosity in sharing his best wines with me and his genuine joy in doing so. The wonderful conversations we shared, and his never ending thirst for experiencing new things are memories I will cherish. The loss of his friendship and his companionship is immeasurable. I will deeply miss my best friend. Alan Korhammer