Anonymous
Dear Marilyn, I think of you and Hank whenever I drive past the USGS building here in Menlo Park. It seems like just yesterday that Hank was mixing gin and tonics for those strange ladies who showed up to my mom's 60th birthday, though it seems more like a hundred years ago that Kristy, Todd and I played in the attic on Thanksgiving, and we all caravanned to Minnesota. We're so lucky to have a close extended family, and we've had so many meaningful times together with you smiling and Hank grinning in the middle of it all. My thoughts have been with all of you. Hank's memory is a blessing.##imported-begin##Lisa Whitmore##imported-end##

