I've got one. My choir's oldest member, a 92-year-old bass who is retired from the NYPD and moved up here many years ago, has pancreatic cancer. One of the sopranos who has been his driver and minder told us yesterday. I saw Adam at a practice about a month ago, and he looked tired and yellowish-tinged. Yes, he's had a long life, but I'd still love to have him around for next fall. A great guy. Our choir director used to be the target of a lot of Adam's funny sarcastic remarks, and the choir director said something to the effect of, "Usually, it's the young ones you have to watch out for!" Adam told me once that he wanted the Battle Hymn of the Republic sung at his funeral. We've already got to do it this coming Sunday (for Memorial Day). I don't really want to have to do it for a(nother) funeral--at least not yet.