Stan and I we were the two people sent at WHO’s request to CDC to INITIATE smallpox control in the newly independent Bangladesh as 10 million refugees streamed across the border from India spreading smallpox as they migrated back to their home villages. I knew NOTHING about smallpox, but had worked at the CRL in Dacca before being evacuated during the war. So I knew “the field”. Stan of course knew everything there was to know about smallpox. So our skills were complementary. We started a national program from scratch, but I had only 3 months there as I was exiting EIS to begin my MPH at Johns Hopkins. Stan taught me about smallpox on the flights there!! We worked well together, each of us concentrating on what we were best prepared for (I largely worked directly in two adjacent, large outbreaks, while Stan set up the organization. It was of course easy to work with Stan as he was great fun and understanding. One story I’ve never shared previously: about 3 weeks after we arrived, I noted that Stan seemed to be getting increasingly depressed. As I knew that was very uncharacteristic, we had a long talk. He was indeed getting depressed. Why? “Because in Nigeria, I could see there was hope for the country. Bangladesh is so poor, and disorganized, I don’t see they’re having any future. He of course pulled out of that, and led the program successfully for many years! We did periodically keep in touch, especially when I had to be in Atlanta professionally, but unfortunately lost contact these last years.