When I lived and worked on Parnassus, and “no, I’m not making that up,” I once received an e-mail from Fred Toates, asking for a re-print. It was one of the proudest days of my life. I was weaned on Toates’s feedforward philosophical admonitions. It was more-than touching. I was elated and gobsmacked. Few, or none will know what I’m talking about. Then I got an e-mail from a colleague who basically said, “nice job on that commentary about Harlow.” I was almost shaken with gratitude. I didn’t know anyone read this stuff. I didn’t know anyone cared. I read Toates, and more. I cared. Did I tell them?