While I myself am terrible at staying in touch, Jody was most certainly not. He was never shy about randomly sending me delightful messages, photos, and links, not expecting anything in return. If he wanted to talk, he’d always open with a message of “ping,” just to feel me out. If I gave him a “pong,” he’d dive into stories, questions, memes, photos of objects he’d found on rambles, and existential inquiries. These are a few of the things he’s texted me during Covid lockdowns when I was going especially stir-crazy.