From The Boston Globe yesterday evening —
" Ms. Adams 'had this quiet intelligence that made you feel like
she understood you and she loved you. She was a true friend —
a true generous, generous friend. This is the kind of person
you keep in your life,' Birdseye added.
'And she had such a great sense of humor,' Birdseye said.
“She would always have the last laugh. She wasn’t always
the loudest, but she was always the funniest, and in the
smartest way.' "
"Ms. Adams, who lived in Waltham, was 55 when she died April 9 . . . ."
See as well April 9 in the post Math Death and a post from April 8,
also now tagged "Berlekamp's Game" — Horses of a Dream.
"When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards . . . ."
— Grace Slick in a song from yesterday's post "When the Men"
