Over the course of our college lives, we will each read thousands of emails. Some go unopened, many go unread, and most go unloved. But once in a while, an email is sent that is so important, so groundbreaking, that it must not go unnoticed. There was a member of our Swarthmore community who had a gift for composing just such emails. He is retiring; leaving us for a better, less stress-filled life. But he cannot leave without our acknowledgement of the richness his emails brought to our lives. So, we have written this poetry as a creative exploration of his words, and as a tribute to the man, the myth, the legend: Director of Maintenance Ralph P. Thayer.