Chris was close friends with my dad, Stavros, and mom, Anne. He was a regular fixture at the dinner table, and my memories of him all involve a lot of laughter (and gin & tonics). He was an avuncular and benevolent presence all through my growing up- from sledding up in New Hampshire at Binny's place, to swimming in buzzards bay, to dinners in Marblehead with (his) Ann. He was a faithful and appreciative attendee at all the classical events my mom invited him to. He stayed in Greece with us one summer and I have never heard such snoring! He was one of the few people in my life who was willing to talk about death, was there when my Dad was passing. He shared his experience helping others in death, particularly Ann, and that was really valuable to me during that time. Kalo Taxidi, Chris.