and returned to reading books like "Strange But True Baseball Stories"* (Bisher [@CR100])*\]*.*When I was in 5th grade, we went door-to-door to support my mother's successful campaign for the local school board, and she was later appointed to the Board of Regents overseeing the state universities in Iowa. In a major turning point for our whole family and for me in particular, she died of breast cancer before reaching the age of 50, which happened during the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school. Among her many legacies is a center in her name at the University of Iowa focused on gifted education and talent development, and one of the activities I have especially enjoyed is being a member of the center's Advisory Committee, whereconnection in my role as our department's Admission and Financial Aid Chair that he went to camp there, too. (He had mentioned that he was from St. Louis, at which point I noted that I used to go to summer camp with a lot of kids from St. Louis, and we closed the loop moments later.) I also remember being very proud as a high-school senior to be one of the guys invited by our school's all-female, state-champion synchronized swimming team to participate in the spring synchronized swimming show. It always drew laughs after the team members had performed a series of creatively artistic and technically demanding routines to see a few dozen guys, mostly jocks, go through a few coordinated steps eventually leading to a show-stopping somersault.