Rather than share a story about something we did together while working at F.A. Davis publishing, I'd rather share what I think may have been one of Ron's favorite stories (at least the one I'm most familiar with). Ron had a serious love of music and as I, too, have always enjoyed a variety of music, we had that in common. On a number of occasions—sometimes at the office, but more often while traveling together for business—Ron would talk about when, as a Temple student, he volunteered and helped out with concerts (I think both on campus as well as the Philly Folk Festival and others). Apparently, this one time, it was Ron's job to drive Harry Chapin after a concert in Philadelphia back to New York. This was something else that both Ron and I could relate to: driving. My grandfather was a New York City cabdriver and I, like Ron, have always enjoyed being behind the wheel. Anyway, after spending hours in the car, Ron and Harry Chapin arrived close to the (I think it was the) Holland Tunnel across the river from Manhattan and Harry said Ron could let him out there. As Harry left both the car and Ron—a poor student with little money, little gas in the car, and a long trip late at night back to Philadelphia—he didn't offer to pay for gas or leave Ron a "thank you" tip for keeping him company for the past several hours. So, sort of like a character in Chapin's song, "Taxi," Ron stuck his head out the window and yelled, "Hey, Harry! Keep the change!"