It has been an odyssey of epic proportions. Long ago given up for dead and armed only with your considerable wits and the fierce loyalty you inspired in your band of troops, you have in a journey of more than ten years felled the Cyclops of Boston politics, navigated between the Scylla of false hopes and the Charybdis of despair, resisted the Siren call of more lucrative prospects, and survived on the barley meal of low pay and even no pay. Yes, there where times when almost all of us thought you must have eaten lotus. But in classic fashion you have prevailed over what seemed like insuperable odds. Who else could have accomplished what you have in bringing to life the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art, have sustained and adapted the vision; been as naturally at home in the villa of Count Panza as in the local Sons of Italy Hall; been as able to sell with straightforward, Oklahoma charm such an implausible sounding idea? The result is a stunning cathedral devoted to the contemporary arts—vast both in space and in aspiration and a bustling crossroad for all in the global arts community and the community of northern Berkshire. Like call cathedrals it will forever be a work in progress and the product of many hands. But now that the rosey-fingered dawn finally nears for MASS MoCA and for North Adams, its early light reveals you, man of many trials, as this story’s truly heroic figure.