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Doug Morgan was the kind of ranger who made visitors feel the park was theirs. He gave 31 years to this land and it shows in every trail that's well-kept.

My father was not a man of many words. Every word he did say, he meant completely. I am still learning from them.

Luisa fue mi mentora en la facultad. Me enseñó que el arte no es decoración, es comunicación. Su legado vive en cada uno de sus estudiantes.

My engine went out on the highway in 2001 and Gerry happened to pull over. He had it running in 45 minutes. Would not take a dollar. I have been a loyal customer for 25 years since.

Dad could fix anything. The only thing he couldn't fix was time. He ran out of it. But everything he ever touched still works.

"The Sunday Table" is the most-used book in our house. It has been for ten years. We eat from it every week.

I trained under her for two years. She was exacting and warm in equal measure. I now run my own kitchen and every day I ask: would Constance accept this?

Annette was the rarest kind of artist — one who understood theory deeply and then set it aside entirely to follow the work wherever it led.

She came to Paris every summer and we walked the same three neighborhoods every year. We talked about everything. I will walk those streets again. But only once.

Her textile work is in three of my favorite museums and I visited each piece before I knew they were hers. After I learned, it made a strange kind of sense.

Annette reviewed my gallery proposal and spent two hours helping me sharpen it. She owed me nothing. She said: "It is in the work." She meant helping young artists.

I was her student assistant for two years. She taught me to look at things three times — once fast, once slow, once with your eyes closed.

I purchased one of her tapestries in 2009 and have never stopped looking at it. It changes every time the light changes. Every time I change.

She critiqued my student work with such honesty and such kindness that I left her office feeling both humbled and capable. That is extremely difficult to do.

We grew up on the same street in Lyon. Annette was always making something — drawings on the wall, costumes, jewelry from wire. She never stopped.

Annette Dubois was the finest visual artist and the most generous teacher in our department. The students adored her. The work endures.

He showed up with a chainsaw after the ice storm and cleared our entire driveway without being asked. Didn't even knock on the door — just started cutting. That was Edward.

Coach Murray. He taught me more about discipline and respect in four years of wrestling than I learned anywhere else. I won a college scholarship. He was prouder than I was.