She was a sterling editor, a storehouse of institutional knowledge, and a wonderful colleague. Whenever some nettlesome stylistic issue came up, or a question about our history, or anything related to WFB, my first impulse was, Ask Linda. By the end, she probably knew more about Bill Buckley than Bill Buckley did. Her career spanned an enormous swath of our life as a magazine–we have lost someone made us who we are. Somewhere up above she and Bill are enjoying a laugh over a glass of wine, and probably having an animated conservation about the merits of the serial comma. RIP.