All of us, of course, are mixtures of the good and the not so good. If one looks in, it’s easy to be disheartened (not if one looks out, onto companions on life’s journey). I know that a tendency to like people and to feel a warm kinship with them is, in part, a gift, something one starts with or without. In my case, experience—and a pretty diversified experienced, at that—has confirmed an inclination implanted by a very happy childhood. I adored my father and mother, and they deserved it. I have always enjoyed and got on with my brothers and sisters. My friends are, by long odds, my most precious possession.