The first time I saw Mary was when Ed brought her over the giant man cave where five of us journalists were living, some as students and a couple already working at the Standard-Times. She concealed her shock at the state of the place. We weren’t great housekeepers. The first thing I remember about her was that big smile, and I could tell she was one of the best people. That first impression has been borne out these past 50 years. She was still one of the best to the very end. God bless Mary, Ed and the boys.