Thursday night saw a little rip in the fabric of space-time as former co-workers and boss mingled with the current at Fado Pub to bid farewell to Liz, who, after seven years with our team, is relocating to Boston. Liz saw wave after wave of change in our group, sharing the last three years of it with me. As her manager, I signed her exit papers Friday and watched as she passed through a stream of hugs and goodbyes at the end of the day. Liz won't be far away in the electronic realm, but I know I'll have to deal with a week or two of phantom limb syndrome walking into to her old office expecting her to be there.

- mike lee - washington, dc