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Dog, sunset, and most importantly, my great friend Patrick Prentice. He had a row of Emmys for his work at National Geographic. We were on the phone every day while he was dying of cancer, buoyantly, beautifully, and helping me more than I helped him. His middle name should have been, alliteratively and literally truly, “Prince.” He was that among men, and I’ve known damn few of them.