Orris was my Best Man. In every sense of the word. From that first night in 1971 when I travelled to Connecticut to do a preliminary interview for Envirotech, to the day before he left us. When I asked if I’d ever said I loved him. And his reply... lots of times… when we were drunk! And his priceless snort when I admonished him keepa your hands off my Ursula if he should arrive up there before me. Because standing beside me, his were the words of ‘keep it together, Stitch…no crying’ as she walked down the aisle toward us on her father’s arm. I could weep for joy. His were the expressions of happiness when I called him the hour after our son Andrew was born. And his were the tears when we raged at her terminal diagnosis. Because they lived a mutual admiration society for 33 years, each recognizing in the other two transcendent characteristics...indomitable courage coupled with compassion. All who knew him admired his ability and achievement. I admired him for his refusal to ever compromise his beliefs. He was the most complete man I have ever known. He is my friend. Stan Stych