• Millard Posthuma, MD. I learned today that he died on 31st May. A close friend of Ed and Muriel White Stehouwer (my father- and mother-in-law), in 1983 Dr. Posthuma and his wife Gertrude had come up with Ed from Cadillac, Michigan to visit Mom in Marquette. We’d had dinner and were relaxing in the living room. It was customary in the White home for a passage of the Bible to be read and for a couple of hymns to be sung. Someone passed around the hymnals, Victoria got out her cello, Wes took up his guitar, and Russ sat down at the piano when suddenly Millard got up from his chair and said he’d be right back. We asked Gertrude what he was doing. “Oh, he’s just going to the car. He keeps a tambourine in the glove box,” she said and Millard, now going out the door, hollered over his shoulder, “You never know when praise might break out!” I’ve remembered him fondly for those words ever since. His obituary is here.

• TS Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock