I remembered a boat club dinner, either 2018 or 2019, where myself and Cal were becoming vice women’s captain and captain of coxes respectively. The initiation? A no hands pudding. The challenge? A blondie with a dollop of ice cream. I, and the other initiating captains, made what we thought was a very valiant effort at the blondie (with no hands) and had just gotten to the task of eating the ice cream without getting brain freeze when the cheering erupted. Cal had somehow eaten the chewy blondie very fast and then placed their entire mouth over the ice cream and it had vanished. I was in awe. Clearly I didn’t belong in the same category. Cal was in a class of their own. In character however, Cal nochalantly accepted the praise before continuing as if nothing had happened. That little memory summed up the Cal I knew. Brilliant, witty, and forever understated. The world was a richer place for it