It started with warm summer nights, then an earthquake; an upended office covered in ceiling plaster and aftershocks. Together, the law faculty, students and I felt our way through. Last night, one of my colleagues gave me a going-away party; the dean and many professors came. Champagne, wine, whiskey and beer; I got home at two a.m., and up at 8 a.m., with a head cold. But I feel really great. Maybe it’s the adrenaline of new adventures about to start. It’s hard to believe this chapter in my life is coming to a close. But many more are being opened. I know that these great colleagues will be coming with me as I head north in a few days. Their spirits, their friendship, and our continued collaboration. What a great ride this has been.