I am not sure how or why this happens. A name, place or thing jogs my memory of person, event or experience. This time it's a person I haven’t thought about for perhaps 35 years. And the last time I saw him I was selling pens to collect money...

I wrote this original post about 2 years ago. While I was in Chicago this week for ASCO I thought I would stop by Building 5, "The Den of Thieves" and see what had changed. I didn't know what to anticipate. Part of me thought the same...