Stan and I go back a long way. We met in 1967, I as a beginning doctoral student, he as my professor of syntax. I never had a better teacher throughout my studies. He had all the right qualities. He was always prepared, always up on the latest developments, always fair and comprehensive in presenting the myriad approaches to syntax that were characteristic of the 60's and 70's. He was generous with his time, always available to discuss whatever difficulties a student struggling with the intricacies of syntactic theory might have. The proof is in his many former students who remained his friends as they moved on to productive careers in countries all over the world. Later, when I began teaching I knew him as a colleague. The transition could not have been easier. Finally, and most important, I knew him as a close friend. We explored many a neighborhood together in Tokyo, Paris, and Heidelberg. When Michele and I decided to get married at Waahila Ridge State Park at the top of St. Louis Heights, Stan and Aleli graciously opened their nearby home for a lovely wedding reception. Stan was above all a social person, a founder of congenial traditions that linguistic club members and Friday afternoon Mamagoo's hoisters will always remember. I will forgive him for leaving us before I had a chance to tell the latest joke making the rounds, but I know he would have laughed. Whenever I drink a Steinlager, I'll think of an inscription I once saw:

Ed Smith