Thanks so much for your loving tribute to my old friend, Patsy Ketterer. Patsy was my first (and for longer than I care to admit) only friend in Harbor Springs when I first started coming "home" to my ancestral Shack outside of town when I was about 17 years old. When I moved to live here full-time in 1989 in my mid-20s, I would stop in (usually unannounced) for a visit every couple of weeks. Even though my family came to Harbor Springs as homesteaders in 1878, we had skipped about a half century of living and growing up here year-round. But Patsy, who grew up with my dad, Lit Bachus, and my grandparents, Col. Joe Bachus and Lina Johnson Bachus, always treated my family like Harbor Springs celebrities. Of course, it didn't take me too long to realize that she made a lot of people feel that way. And that was her rare and beautiful gift. As I would sit visiting with her at her well-lit, sitting-height kitchen counter, I marveled at her ability to make everyone feel like a long-lost friend when they came through her door. If it wasn't for Patsy, I might not have been able to re-establish my family roots here in Harbor Springs ... and I probably wouldn't be saving the planet like she did by washing and reusing every zip-lock plastic bag that I've ever bought. There will never be another Patsy to bring us all together and remember all our pasts so that we can keep building a future in Harbor Springs. But if each one of us who knew her and was touched by her weepy joyfulness can keep washing our plastic zip-lock bags and appreciating each other with some of the love she had for us and our town, then I think we might just manage pick up where she left off. Thanks, Patsy, for your friendship, and thanks to the Harbor Light for remembering her so sweetly.