Circa 1972, Greg Scherer brought his girlfriend (maybe fiancee?) Linda Peters to a family summer picnic at our house on the river. Greg was gaga—actually they both were completely infatuated—and only had eyes for each other. Linda was so much at ease, a complete natural in the extended Scherer family chaos. I was 12 years old; a pre-teen romantic. The memory is indelible as it was the first time I had seen a young couple so visibly in love, thinking “this must be what true love is like…” And nothing that came after ever challenged this memory. Linda leaves this legacy. Love to you all.