It’s been 10 years or more since I last saw “Mrs. Meacham,” as she was known to me in the formative years of my dim and distant past, so I’m afraid I’ll have to fade out and cue the organ music for my throwback recollection. As the mother of my oldest and best friend, James (née “Jim”), she naturally made a lasting impression. In my rather staid, Leave-It-To-Beaver-world of 1970’s Colchester, she was a bit of the anti-June-Cleaver and often a nemesis of my father (let’s call him “Ward”), a long-time representative of the Public Utility. Despite what some might perceive as these drawbacks, I shall nevertheless remember her as a sweet lady – and as I can see from the comments of her more recent friends and acquaintances, this characteristic permeated all her future incarnations. Our heartfelt condolences to James and Family. – David “Slausz” and Kim Majkowski