On February 23 I had the good fortune to address an audience at the Nassau Presbyterian Church in Princeton, NJ. The event was co-sponsored by the church, the Princeton Public Library, the Princeton Clergy Association and The Jewish Center of Princeton. The audience was wonderful, and from varied backgrounds, including old classmates from Georgetown, the retired headmaster of my sons’ prep school, Westminster, the mother of one of my earliest book supporters, colleagues from my former law firm, Dechert, and even the granddaughter of a Norwegian resistance fighter who died in February 1945 in the Gross Rosen concentration camp. It was certainly a night to remember. The entire event was the brainchild of Kathy Ales of Princeton, herself a child of two Holocaust survivors. Kathy’s energy and organizational skills (to say nothing of her hospitality) are a wonder to behold, and I owe a debt of gratitude that I can never fully repay. Thanks to Nassau Presbyterian for their lovely venue (the photo is of me in their Sanctuary), to my other co-sponsors, to everyone who attended, and most of all, to my dear friend Kathy Ales.