Iona was my boss at the RI State Council on the Arts for about 4 years. She died last Friday at 82, of what I heard was metastatic breast cancer. When I first got to know her, she'd just been named interim ED at the Council to replace an ED who got fired for naivete, when she balked at the shenanigans of her politically appointed board. Iona was deemed "mature," cheerful, diplomatic, and malleable by the board. Who got everything right but the malleable part. Iona faced off squarely against the casual corruption and worst practices infecting governance at this obscure state agency. She did remain cheerful, though. And she outlasted all her enemies, except her staff, who unionized. Iona was the best boss I ever had: fun, visionary, unafraid, stable, calm, joshing. She was a practising Quaker. She had two great daughters, Catherine and Debbie, with Dick, her Brown professor husband. Iona was of the arts. Dick was of the sciences. They were a good pair. Iona defined "extraordinary."