Phil's wicked poker hand, yes, shuffled so skillfully; his viscously accurate bowling ball, and his sudden surge of delight at discussing -- in depth! -- some element of Star Wars that night in the pub. Phil's comment, perceptive or cutting or funny, in the pause of our babble. Phil's endless hospitality. Many long and happy and relaxed days and evenings, full of food and drink and not a little laughter in that flat overlooking the sea: together, generously, Phil and Erin made a home for us, too, so often -- our refuge in the city, our own small oasis, a little bit of family and home. That will last for a long time: a long time!