We all have times in our lives when we wait to see if/when the other shoe is going to fall. I shared some of those with John. There were scary ones… Wondering if that truck driver on the Jersey turnpike was just one or one of many trying to run us over as we hitch-hiked to DC….later on that trip wondering again if we could continue to avoid the gas and stay unhurt. The night Andy got caught, wondering if we were next…..then it was my turn and everyone wondered….who knew that this was an end and yet a beginning for three entrepreneurs? There were ones filled with great expectations… The months, weeks, days, then hours as we waited for Liz, Jessie, Ben, John, Veronica, Mark, Dominic. There were many in between those early days and now….then there was this one. It was one of those shoes that hung there for both a moment and an eternity. We all held our collective breathe, knowing it would…and then it did. Darn shoes. I’m glad he got to one last Yankee game. John, you were one of the very few who called me Sally and knew why it was reserved for those closest to me. Your legacy looms large in all of us who knew you and who’s life you touched. Our world is a better place because you were in it. As was our little joke on your birthday….you have once again gone ahead as the scout. Unlike those days it will be at an unknown time when we will all catch up and this time we can rejoice in the reunion. Truly for me a love lost. Sal