Dwight and I shared a grim, indoor office at Ryerson for a number of years. I was an active alcoholic for most of that time - one of the twins asked one morning: "Harry, have you been drinking this morning?" It was 10:00 am and I had not but the smell from the night before lingered. Dwight was a very tolerant room-mate but he annoyed me a bit when he would announce with glee "Interest rates have gone up again." (I had an open mortgage at the time!) I will always remember Dwight dressed in his motorcycle gear; also his cocoa cup which he never washed out - it was slowly becoming smaller and smaller with accumulated cocoa.