Last Monday I went to the wake of Dante H. Cortez, my pre-law classmate and fellow worker in Dean Feliciano Jover Ledesma’s bufete. Promdi me thought he was the best in English among the Bedans I met and befriended in Mendiola, in his Law Class’61; his classmate Aveling Cruz (my Pasig townsman) was No. 1 in the bar, which I took two years later; I went on to AB, after getting seduced by Caissa, Goddess of Chess, and dropped Botany, for more wood-pushing time.