As I sit here in my empty house, contemplating my journey (which starts tomorrow) to Washington State, my new home, I get a face book notification from Ralph Overmyer, who was the Maintenance Master Chief of VA-94 while I was in that squadron, from 1982 to 1985. He was one of the best leaders I have ever known, and I’ve always had so much respect for that man. The last time I spoke to him was in 1994, when we were both leaving the navy. My most vivid memory of him was one morning, as a young and inexperienced work center supervisor, he chewed my butt out (in private, outside next to one of our jets) because one of my guys, during the night shift, left the computer panel sitting in the console of a jet with no screws holding it down, and a couple washers laying on top. I was trying to defend my guys, but I didn’t have all the facts at the time. He did. He never raised his voice one single time, ever, but our “conversation” was, shall we say, profound… I never forgot that. He was (is) a good man and a great leader. And tonight we chatted about old times for the first time in sixteen years. That was cool.