I have dozens of warm, loving memories, and I hope to share several tomorrow. Just one for now. One summer in high school, I spent a week with Uncle Charles in his orthodontic office as I was considering following him into dentistry. He graciously offered some financial assistance and the possibility of joining his practice upon graduation. With all the wisdom of a kid from the Pineywoods, I didn't think I'd like looking into open adolescent mouths so I chose to be a school teacher like my dad. As it turned out, thousands of open mouths. In spite of a not-so-rich career, one thing was certain: my memories of Uncle Charles' laugh at Maimee's home at Christmas, the obvious love the family shared, and my love for each of "the Dallas Richardsons" are rich beyond belief!