For me, no better evidence exists for the beneficent smilings of fate than my landing at Boston University in the fall of 1970. For the philosophy department there was truly a remarkable group, and became more so as the years progressed. They were at once wise and generous, tolerant yet committed - such a rare combination that it now all seems like Brigadoon, something that appears all too briefly, and then recedes into the mist. At the center of it all, their chief assembler, was Marx Wartofsky, to whom I owe pretty much everything. When I landed there - and "landed" is the right word, for I had been projected out of my previous institution - it was largely due to him, as it was largely through his machinations that I managed to finish my education without further interruption. With Alasdair Maclntyre, Marx supervised my thesis on philosophy of economics. What follows are further reflections on that topic, inspired by the developments of subsequent years. I hope that they will be received as the expressions of gratitude and love that they are.