Thirty-five years ago, as our tours neared Salzburg, Austria, I used to tell our clients traveling through the Alps by motorcycle of a favorite place and an experience that I had really cherished. I explained that if you lived a good life, you would likely get to go to heaven when you died. But if you had lived a very, very, very good life, you would get to go to St. Augustine’s heavenly beer garden in Salzburg when you pass, and live in eternal bliss. Two weeks ago, I learned that I need to modify my admonishment for a far more truly rewarding prize. That one being, that despite not being very, very, very good, I have somehow been blessed enough to have met and known well Patrick and Marti O’Leary for almost a decade now. I could not be any more thankful, or grateful. I’m not outwardly a terribly pious or religious person, but even my dim eyes can see when God has smiled at me and granted me yet another unearned gift. Patrick O’Leary was just that. A gift to be thankful for.