I am so sad to hear of Madame Fisher's passing. 40 years ago, I was one of the lucky ones to be taken to Europe in one of her groups. Marc came too. I think he was about 12 years old, at the time and probably thought we were all crazy girls. And we were. How she maintained her sanity those six weeks is beyond me. Having taken Spanish, I had never been in Mrs. Fisher's class and did not know her well. I had also never flown on a plane or even been away from Tampa. That all changed the summer of '72 with Mrs. Fisher. She opened up the world to me and opened up my eyes to other people and how they live, beyond my little corner of the world. I grew up that summer with Mrs. Fisher. A few weeks ago, I returned to Europe for the first time, since that summer 40 years ago. I found myself thinking of her often and regaling my friends in Italy with Rene Fisher stories that she had shared with us, that summer, so long ago. Mrs. Fisher had that effect on everyone. You never forgot the lessons she taught you, whether it be in the classroom or on the other side of the world. You never forgot her. Marc, Ross, Chip, you had an extraordinary mother, but I suspect you already knew that. Her courage and intelligence left an indelible imprint on all who had the good fortune to know her.