One of my first student memories was walking into the Dean's Office for a meeting with what I expected would be the white-haired patrician Benjamin F. Ward and wondering what this tall, bearded black grad student was doing there. The wonder continued for four years as Ben taught me philosophy, played chamber music with me--from Schubert Piano Trios to Messiaen's Quartet for the End of Time--and gave me the courage to apply for a Mellon Fellowship to Cambridge, an award I am convinced he won for me in single combat. In the pre-Facebook days, I lost touch with him and had no idea where he had settled after Yale. I couldn't be happier to read the tributes here and see my experience multiplied exponentially in the experiences of so many others. What ripples, what waves he created.