Editor’s Note:  On a visit to Paris in February, 1989, I was on the my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jacques Riboud’s apartment balcony and  took a look through the fog at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.  A new yellow glow spelled, “100 ans.”  Nearby in the living room, Cecilia, James and Betsy Riboud Lacombe and Jean Paul de la Chapelle were engrossed in a television program before our departure.