To my mom and dad, Ethel and Nathan “Nussie,” who were with me every day, even when I lived across the Atlantic three thousand miles away.

To my grandparents, who gave me not only my parents but the warmest, most loving childhood, and who shared the joys of good vices with me each and every day, literally, as we grew up in their house in Brownsville, Brooklyn.

To my uncle Foxy and aunt Billy, who introduced me to lots of good (and bad) vices.

To my brother Bob, who gave me my first car, a V8 Mercury convertible; my first baseball mitt; and my first dog, Buddy.

To my four children, two of whom I had the joy of delivering at home, for showing me the promise of God in their eyes the moment they were born.

To my and man’s best friends, the Orsos and Hondos of the world.

And most of all to Patty, the ultimate “Good (and a little bad) Vice.”

—DR. HARRY OFGANG

To Corinne and my family, without whom there would be no vices good enough to enjoy.

—ERIK