You never know who your neighbours are. The man across the road died. He was a really sweet old gentleman, quiet and unassuming, pottering around with his plants, and I liked him, though I didnt really know him, so I decided to go to his funeral.And then I read his obituary. I knew he worked at the Smithsonian, but I assumed he pushed a pen in some office somewhere. I learned that this quiet, meek man was the head of the Video Services of the entire museum system . He had been a producer of Children's Television, and had won an emmy as creator and producer of The Electric Company = one of my children"s favorite programs when they were little. If this story has a moral, it is: if you want to retire quietly and unobtrusively, keep quiet. But IF YOU WANT TO SPREAD THE MESSAGE AND TELL THE WORLD ABOUT PD, YOU HAVE TO SHOUT IT OUT, LOUD. Hilary Blue