I liked the name Frankenstorm because it was so visual, this being a few days before Halloween and all.

I was in Santa Monica, Calif., on a short vacation when Bob called to tell me Ray died. I hadn’t seen Ray in years, but I think about him every time I walk up to the front of a seminar room. I always look around to see if he’s there, and I always sweat a bit, thinking he might be. And here’s why.