Marjorie was my Sunday School teacher for a few years. I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was at the beginning of my guitar obsession, so the end of elementary school, beginning of junior high? When she left the Sunday School after she was elected to the readership, her parting gift to me and my classmate were Jimi Hendrix posters. I remember noticing the char marks around the edge of Hendrix’s Stratocaster. Not long after she left the readership, she went up to Boston to begin working on the Monitor. I don’t think I ever saw her again, although we have been friends on Facebook. In fact, when the Monitor started its podcast, it took me a while to realize who “Marjorie Kay” was. My last interaction with Marjorie was when she put pictures of a trip to the Dakota Badlands on Facebook. I posted Eddy’s definition of wilderness: “the vestibule in which a material sense of things disappears, and spiritual sense unfolds the great facts of existence.” She stands in that vestibule now, ready to keep going and growing.