I'll never forget the first time I met Georgie a good 20+ years ago after my overly assertive Brooklyn-born mother paraded my all of 7-year-old self in to meet her after I'd become fascinated by Norman's story from an old, scratchy VHS tape found at the local library. Not only did that wonderful woman take time out of her day to chat with a precocious second grader, but she proceeded to invite these two complete strangers right into her office, where she patiently answered every question my much younger self could throw at her—treating each with the thought and respect as though they'd been asked by someone five times my age. At that point, of course, I never imagined I'd someday have the privilege of working at Roaring Camp. She was the definition of class and I know will be deeply missed by many.