Pam was an unstoppable force; she never let go. She also liked to say "portulaca." When we moved away, she persuaded the US Post Office to let her keep her old address because she'd had stationary printed. Every new post office worker, over decades, needed to learn that although her mail was addressed to "here," it was delivered to "there." If a poor soul called the wrong number, she would hand the phone to me and say, "It's for you; your name is Cecile." She dearly loved to fluster people.