Al Grierson Remembered

Al Grierson.
Photo by Bodie Wagner. Taken July 2000 at Kuddie's. Nevada City, CA. San Juan Ridge (Thanks to Larry Penn)

Sad news, on November 2, 2000 Al Grierson, a close friend of Utah's, singer, storyteller, poet, and a member of the Rose Tattoo, was killed in a flash flood accident near his home in Texas. This is a great loss to his family, friends, fans, and to the Rose Tattoo. You will be missed Al, and never forgotten.

Photo by Hugh Blumenfeld

CNN.COM news report
A web site for Al Grierson
Al's CD reviews
Jack Hardy's tribute to Al
Google search for Al Grierson

Al's CDs can be obtained from
Folkin' Eh! Records
4330 Highway 99 South
Ashland, OR 97520
(541) 482-8481 email:behappy@mind.net

It's been almost five years since we lost Al. He lives on in his recordings and in our memories. I'm writing a eulogy for the "In November we remember" issue of the Industrial Worker, the IWW newspaper, and many of his songs still bring tears of joy to my eyes. The living will carry on, Fellow Worker Al. For the Roses! -Eric
FW X330214 <eschenk@mail.utexas.edu>
USA - Tuesday, September 27, 2005 at 14:05:17 (CDT)

I've been thinking of deluges and dead fisher-children and Al Grierson and such....and the meaning of life... but never heard it so exquisitely laid out as it was by this guy. In case you heard Radio Unnammable last night (12/31/04 on WBAI) I was the one who read the lyrics from
Reva LaVine <Rangme@Ureach.com>
Hurleyville, NY USA - Friday, December 31, 2004 at 03:33:55 (CST)

I lived with al for about a year .I worked alongside al on several picket lines over the years and was always struck with his humor and ability to write a song to lighten the rainy days of walking the line.Too bad that there is'nt more of a record of the tunes he worte for some of these struggles.His lyrics are truely memorable.
lyle osmundson <lyleosmundson@yahoo.ca>
vancouver , bc canada - Wednesday, December 29, 2004 at 12:57:00 (CST)

I am so shocked and sorry to read of Al's Death. Last night I was going through old festival pictures and found some of Al. I decided to try and find him on the internet and discovered the tragedy. My husband and I met him at the Armadillo Farm one evening on July 2nd, 1996. We were on our honeymoon, and ended up at the Armadillo farm to visit Neil Brown. We ended up meeting several musicians that afternoon, Al being one of them. For the rest of the Festival everytime we ran into Al, he met us with a hug! He was a very special spirit. He helped start our ongoing passion for Campfire music and singer songwriters. We still have pictures we took with him that week and his CD he autographed for us. I know he has been greatly missed. I hope his music continues to live on.... God Bless, Amy and Chuck McHatton
Amy McHatton <amyfmchatton@hotmail.com>
Madill, OK USA - Sunday, May 02, 2004 at 11:46:20 (CDT)

It's been three years, so how many people are going to read this? I hope for some. Al Grierson was my friend 20 odd years ago. I never saw him again after he left Vancouver for the ashram. I'm a volunteer for the Vancouver Folk Festival, so I met his sisters, and talked with them when they were there for the tributes after his death. I encouraged them to get his CDs into the Festival booth that sold them. They did, and I bought two of the CDs they scrounged up. Remarkably, it is only tonight, Mar. 5, 2004, that I am listening to "Candles for Durruti" for the first time. I miss him, more now than when I missed him after he left for the ashram without a word. What a man he was. What a profoundly crazy death. He would have loved to have it as fodder for his next song. He entertained me so much, and, for some silly reason, I feel guilt. His exit from Vancouver corresponded with the years I remember as my favourite years, and he was a part of them. Al left in the middle of them, after writing songs I'm sure almost no one has ever heard, that either stung or awed his friends. I could offer a couple of rhyming couplets -- he was good at that. Everybody just wanted to hear him do Dylan's "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" (without a hitch), or "America Pie" (again, without a hitch). He wasn't all that assertive. My guests never heard his songs. I wish I were there, after, to say, "Al! How about doing something about the sparrow and 'depth of despair.'" He used to listen to me. I feel his loss today.
Bob Smith <rksmith0@shaw.ca>
USA - Sunday, March 07, 2004 at 17:53:29 (CST)

I was watching a documentary on Joni Mitchell tonight 03-April-02 and I thought of Alan Grierson who I had not seen since 1972. On a whim I plugged his name into the computer. I'm so sad to learn of his death. I met Alan (as he was known in those days) in the summer of 1970. At the time he had red hair, a big beard and was young! He was proud of having jammed with the Dubliners. I was a big fan of the Dubliners as well. I enjoyed listening to him sing and play on his prized Martin guitar. He was of his time and ahead of his time. I would probably have had more in common with him now than then but for a window of time - we were a twosome. I went with him to his sister's wedding and I caught the bouquet... it was a long time ago. I'm happy to see that he was true to himself and lived his life as he did. I lost my beautiful daughter, Monica, in 2001 and I hope that she might be enjoying his music somewhere over the rainbow. Nora
Nora <NOVASAGGI@AOL.com>
Canada, USA - Thursday, April 03, 2003 at 01:15:44 (CST)

We met Al when he and Claudia were involved with our children's daycare center. We shared time together and meals while our children played. It was a really nice time of our lives. Usually, a guitar appeared after a nice meal and the storytelling commenced. Al had a gentle voice, a great way with words, and a way with a melody. He introduced me to some earthier music; I introduced him to some heavier stuff. We both love music and that is why we got along so well. Naturally, he is sorely missed by all. I hope he is somewhere in a gentler place strumming his guitar. Mike
Mike McGrath and Family <tmjville@aol.com>
J'ville, OR USA - Thursday, June 13, 2002 at 18:20:46 (CDT)

We need to remember the free spirits, there are not many left and another era has died.
Theolinda Foster <lindaandmyron@abcs.com>
Kingman, In. USA - Sunday, February 03, 2002 at 19:12:23 (CST)

I was just surfing the net tonite, Jan. 20/02 idly punching in names of long-forgotten friends in Yahted Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle", which the teachers felt was subversive, like he was inciting the kids to riot or something. I remember going to visit him in his upstairs bedroom just after high school. He'd decided he wanted to learn guitar, so he took tabs of speed called preludin every day, and literally practiced from dawn to dusk. He became quite proficient - loved dylan, hank williams and union songs, and became expert in Irish ballads, wound up learning thousands of traditional tunes. I have a picture of him and I sitting with Rob Geldof at a backyard barbecue when Geldof and Al worked at the Georgia Straight in Vancouver. Anyway, I think the last time I heard from him was 1977 - he called me in Medicine Hat, Alberta, where I was working on a daily, and said he wanted a newspaper job. I told him who to call, and my boss actually sounded quite interested in hiring him. Never happened. Tonite I found out Al wound up in Texas, and made a fairly large splash at folk festivals, etc., and wrote many fine songs. Several web sites have been created in his honour. Turns out he died in a flash flood in Nov. 2000 when his truck stalled after he'd been performing at a school a few miles from home, in Luckenbach, Tex., of all places. I was extremely sorry to learn about this, but I'm proud to discover that Al had the courage to follow his own lights, and live his life the way he saw fit. It's also good to know he had so many friends, and that his tunes will live on. I still remember the chords he taught me to Lovesick Blues. A warm heart. Tom Keyser
Tom Keyser <tom.keyser@shaw.ca>
Calgary, Canada - Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 21:32:18 (CST)

I had the pleasure of seeing Al perform at the Hobo Rendezvous in Elko and was captivated by his wonderful songs and his warm and humorous stage presence. I was privileged (and scared) having been picked as a "performer" for the event, my poem having been chosen for recital by me onstage. When my name was called for me to take the stage and read my poem I nervously looked over at the "real" performers- the musicians who were backstage. My eyes landed on Al. He smiled and nodded, as if to say "Chin up, you're gonna do fine." I nodded and returned his smile. I never knew Al, but his smile that day meant a lot to me. I wore out my copy of his "Things That Never Added up to Me" tape while driving back and forth through the Wasatch Mountains and got the notion today to replace it...that's how I came across the bad news. Reading the postings here, it's obvious that Al was greatly admired by his family, fans, and peers. I feel grateful for, and enriched by my strange little trip to Elko, most of all, that I got to share a smile and a brief moment in time with Al Grierson, a unique soul and cosmic pilgrim.
J. Stark <srm06@juno.com>
Nampa, ID USA - Tuesday, November 27, 2001 at 23:44:57 (CST)

MY NAME IS NORMA. AL WAS MY BIG BROTHER. I DIDN'T KNOW HIM AS AN ADULT, BUT AS A KID, I HAVE SOME SPECIAL MEMORIES OF HIM. THE ONE THAT MEANS THE MOST IS HE THAUGHT ME HOW TO TIE MY SHOES. I CAN STILL HEAR MYSELF SAYING ALAN WILL YOU TIE MY SHOES, AND HIM SAYING YES, I WILL TEACH YOU TO TIE BADGER, THAT WAS NICK NAME FOR ME. I ALSO REMEMBER HE WOULD BUY MY SISTER RHONDA AND I ICE CREAM BARS. ALAN WAS A SPECIAL PERSON. HE WILL BE MISSED BY MANY WHO KNOW AND LOVED HIM. BUT HIS MEMORY WILL LIVE ON IN OUR HEARTS THOUGH HIS MUSIC. HE WAS AN INSPIRTION TO ME. HE SAID TO ME NEVER GIVE UP ON BE YOURSELF BE YOUR OWN PERSON AND FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS. ONE LAST MEMORY WHEN MY SON MICHEAL MET AL HE SAID MOM I THINK UNCLE ALAN'S COOL. ALAN SAID I THINK YOUR COOL TOO. P.S. TO ALL WHO KNEW AL FEEL FREE TO SEND ME AN EMAIL. I WOULD ENJOY HEARING FROM YOU. NORMA HOLT NEE GRIERSON. EMAIL ADDRESS normajean@otvcablelan.net
NOMA HOLT <normajean@otvcablelan.net>
OLIVER, b.c. CANADA - Saturday, July 28, 2001 at 19:27:22 (CDT)

Kerrville wasn't quite the same this year without Al. I kept seeing guys in the distance who looked like they could have been him and then reminding myself that it couldn't be. Or could it? He may have been playing tricks on us. We scattered some of his ashes (provided by Annie Wenz) all around the ranch. We tried to leave some of him at as many of his favorite palces as we could. Then we went to Treadgill Theater where everybody did songs for him. Some did his songs while others did songs written for him. He had so many friends that it was almost daylight before we finished. I met Al at Kerrville during a phase of his life that I'm sure he is not real proud of. I'm glad that, a few years later, I got to know the man he really was. My favorite memories of him aare the times I spent with him at Artz, talking about philosophy, love, astrology.....
Jackie Gaston <jackie@7doorsmanagement.com>
USA - Friday, July 06, 2001 at 16:30:40 (CDT)

I met Al at the Elko Poetry and Music festival back last July; I'd won a prize for a poem and he was just being Al. We shook hands, he complimented my poem, and I sat back and listened to him play. I watched the faces of the 'bos and locals around me while he was singing, and wished I could do what he was doing, and that I'd been where he'd been. He was a standout musician in a group of standout musicians, and I'm sorry I'll never see him again. Hope he got a good seat on the Westbound.
Bud Webster <budwebster@mindspring.com>
Richmond, VA USA - Wednesday, June 13, 2001 at 03:03:51 (CDT)

I met Al at the Martha's Vineyard songwriters' retreat in September of 1996. We became pretty good friends and exchanged emails. At Kerrville the following summer he was so excited about having made the move to Luckenbach and he invited me to come out to the Armadillo Farm after the festival. I was there when the famous red bus that was to be his home was delivered to the hilltop at the farm. I stayed a week that summer and returned to visit him there periodically. I remember with great fondness song circles around a fire under the Luckienbach moon listening to Al's latest song or going to "downtown" Luckenbach to sit outside the bar and sing to the tourists. He was always an inspiration to me; from the beauty of his writing and the generosity of his spirit. He was always among the first people I would look for at Kerrville. It's going to be a little strange and sad not to see him there this year, although I know he'll be present at our circles at camp Singkerrnicity and elsewhere.
Stephen Taylor <stephentaylor@7doorsmanagement.com>
Hollywood, FL USA - Friday, April 20, 2001 at 16:08:38 (CDT)

sorry to see al go played music with him at pullman last year verry good man
james cockrell <cockrelljay@hotmail.com>
havre de grace, md USA - Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 05:14:41 (CDT)

Al was my uncle. I never really got to know him too well, but always thought I would one day. It's good to see he has touched so many lives.
Siobhan Fox <siogrrrl@hotmail.com>
Saskatoon, SK Canada - Monday, April 16, 2001 at 02:18:33 (CDT)

I'm Rhonda the youngest sister of Al Grierson. Al is the oldest and I'm the youngest child is our family, and even though he was 12 years older than me he greatly influenced my life. Al taught me to respect and accept people unconditionally, and to have a questioning, and open mind. Al was my hero, because he never conformed to what others thought he should be, or do. Even though his nickname for me was "MY KID", Al never treated me as just a little kid, he always acknowledged me as person no mater how old I was. Al was always supportive,no matter what was happening in my life he would say, "Well if that's what you want to do, then do it." I would encourage everyone may you be a friend or fan of Al Grierson to keep his memory alive, by listening to his music, singing Al's songs & reading his poetry. Al's spirit will always be with us. So the next time you see a coyote, or your stopped at a train crossing waiting for the train to finish passing, remember my dear brother Al. Thanks Al(Daz) for being such a great brother! Love Rhonda(My Kid)
Rhonda Johns (nee Grierson) <rhondajohns@telus.net>
Burnaby, B.C. Canada - Sunday, February 25, 2001 at 18:44:04 (CST)

I ran into Al at Kerrville, Folk Alliance and here and there. I sat in song circles with Al late at night. He was one of the best listeners I ever knew. And then I was privileged to hear his songs. I considered him one of my very favorite song writers as well as a friend. The world is a little emptier without him in it but a better place for having been lucky enough to have had him in it. We'll miss you, brother.
Chet Gardiner <ChetDude@earthlink.net>
San Ramon, CA USA - Wednesday, January 17, 2001 at 00:44:19 (CST)

Here are Al's last words to me, enclosed in a characteristically kind and thoughtful email: "Going through a really dramatic time in my personal life right now, involving strange synchronicities and magic and all that sort of stuff. I think this particular phase of it is about to wrap up fairly soon, after which, hopefully, there will be a bit of rest in sight. It's all fabulous grist for the song mill but the world needs to slow down a fair bit before anything like turning it into art is at all likely." Strange synchronicities, and a bit of rest. I am one of those folks who believe that Al's existence extends beyond his mortal life. Hugh Blumenfeld has said that Al was one of those people who is always totally present; for me, his presence extends into his absence.
Bob Franke <bob.franke@pobox.com>
Peabody, MA USA - Saturday, January 06, 2001 at 07:29:28 (CST)

I met Al this summer at Pullman and we hung out a bit. Afterwards, he emailed me a compliment about my eyes and smile and said "it is something I would like to see hang around the planet for awhile". I wish he had done the same. On those days when I get really stressed or overwhelmed with life, I remember Al and am reminded that all the material things and relationship games are not such a big deal. I am still here and just need to live and enjoy all the wonderful things around me because I can't control any of it anyway and never know when it will be my time to go. Al, thanks for the memories. I wish you could have hung around longer.
karen burris <karen_burris@hotmail.com>
Chicago, IL USA - Thursday, December 14, 2000 at 19:40:25 (CST)

I had the pleasure of meeting Al last summer (2000) for a couple of weeks we camped out at Kuddie's and then on to Elko, NV, for a weekend of performance and comradarie. Since obtaining a video camera I enjoy documenting my friends talents on video. Some of my musician pals don't care to be taped and I respect their wishes. Al had a great new song I heard him sing the night before, 'Coyote'. Dispite it being several minutes long. He gave a good into to the song and performed it with harmonica breaks just to me and my camera. I bonded with the pure sincerity of the man during the 2 weeks I had the pleasure of being around him and hearing so many of his wonderful songs. One day at work I couldn't get 'Coyote' out of my head and was singing it all day and explaining it to my work friends who had to listen. I came home from work that day and received word that he passed away the night before. Al was a spiritual person. As his soul left this earth he certainly reached out and said goodbye to this admirer. We're fortunate that such an interesting artist left us his treasures. Never to be forgotten.
Capt. Cloud <captaincloud@hotmail.com>
Chattanooga, TN USA - Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 02:43:47 (CST)

So glad I finally got to meet Al at the Folk Alliance in Cleveland last year. I'd been hearing about him for years. Lovely guy ‹ it pisses me off that I won't get to know him better.
Saul Broudy <saulbro@aol.com>
Philadelphia, PA USA - Sunday, November 26, 2000 at 18:15:44 (CST)

I have been around the block in the FOLK COMMUNITY for a generation or so, Many "folk singers", even those who celebrate themes of society, insulate themselves from like minded performers, frequently not listening- apparently- to someone else's new song in some informal, late night session, or sit around at a festival-or in Al's Case at a Hobo Gathering. The self absorbed achiever will wait until the last chord of someone elses' attempt, then jump in with "WELL HERE's A NEW SONG I WROTE"- not expressing anything about the other person's effort, or having recorded any reaction during the oher person's performance! Thus even some of the social activist song writers appear to be taken up with the THE GERU HERE IS ONLY ME syndrome. I noticed right away when I ran into him for the first time up in Portland at the FOLK ALLIANCE five years ago. Ann Feeney had set up a political song suit there. Accidently in the middle of the afternoon, the door was open, as I brought Dan Bern up to meet Ann. We sat down and who walked in the door? Pete Seeger! With no one around (I did record this session however) Dan, Al, and I shared some songs with Pete about the old left and the current scene. Al did his "BELLS OF THE KREMLIN", Dan, "THE FASCIST IN ME", I , "THE BATTLE OF STALINGRAD" among other songs. AL's song brought tears to Pete's eyes. And Al commented on the other songs very positively! I suppose one might say "well everyone was on their good behavior in front of Seeger! But at other informal times at FOLK ALLIANCE meetings and Hobo Affairs, I saw Al respect the other singers -even those not as well practiced in the art of song writing, as he was. He truely believed, I think, that there is a community out there in the world, where it is a good idea to recognize other people's aspirations and desires to share poetry and music- however unperfected the music skills of these other folks. The folk music world will miss Al's gentleness, and gentlemanly embrace of other artists! It will be a little more lonely out there for aspiring poets without Al's encouragement.
FRED STARNER (Banjo Fred) <fstarner@earthlink.net>
Winnetka, Ca Los Angeles - Friday, November 10, 2000 at 13:20:58 (CST)

I met Al by virtue of his joining our Traveling Musicians Union, Local 1000. An unassuming guy, I didn't get around to listening to his songs on the CD he gave me till months after I received. I was completely astounded by the beauty and the craftsmanship of his songs. So heartfelt. Melodies like waterfalls. I especially loved the song about the dog along the railroad track. What lyrics! What a melody! Al led an exemplary life, true to himself and the things he loved. He had the mark of a man who knew how to really live life, free from the fears that so many of us humans succumb to. I am the better man for having known him for a short time. We have been robbed of a true and gracious soul.
John O'Connor <john.oconnor@nysna.org>
NY, NY USA - Friday, November 10, 2000 at 12:42:24 (CST)

Hey Al -- when I said to you that day that you were as good as Joe Hill and Ralph Chaplin, we both laughed when you said, "But I'm not dead yet." I really didn't expect, or want, you to make my comparison true. What comforts me is that as you swam to that other shore, Joe and Ralph were on the other side, ready to lift you up out of the water, hand you a guitar, and get you ready to start playing for all the hobo angels in a heaven with no bosses, no cops, no corporate lackeys. Al, we in the Austin IWW loved you, a couple of us adored you, and I know, for myself, I'll regret never having told you what you and your music meant to me. I also know you'd probably be uncomfortable knowing that, maybe that's why my admiration and love went unsaid. The memories will keep you alive, Al, and I know you'd not want us to mourn, but to organise! Yeah, you and Joe were a lot alike. Give 'em hell in heaven Al. For the Roses, Eric
Eric Hayes Patkowski <ehp@irsm.org>
Austin, Tx USA - Friday, November 10, 2000 at 08:51:52 (CST)

Iam one of Al's sisters. I read the guest book and cried. I loved him very much. He was more then just a brother to me, he was a teacher and friend. My heart goes out to all the people who knew him and loved him. What can I say. Thank you all for your love and support. Elaine Fox (nee Grierson)
Elaine Fox (nee Grierson) <diablo11@axion.net>
Burnaby , BC Canada - Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 14:58:20 (CST)

We will miss you Al! Raggedy-assed hats and all. Larry Penn (aka) Cream City Slim
Larry Penn <cookeman@execpc.com>
Milwaukee, WI USA - Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 13:36:38 (CST)

Part Lord Buckley part Dharma Bum he forever changed the world. From Mystic Journeys to Boxcar Beds he forever changed the world. From Profound Tales to Thoughts of Whimsy he forever changed the world. From a Leather-skinned troubadour to a Philosophical Santa Claus passing out songs and ideas instead of gifts he forever changed the world. Replacing Tumbleweeds with Roses in our souls he forever changed the world. Through our Memories and his Words Al Grierson gave us the Strength and Courage to carry on and forever change the world
charlie stewart <cste5458@aol.com>
kirby, TX USA - Wednesday, November 08, 2000 at 02:30:20 (CST)

Al was a true friend. I will miss him. Such a loss for our community, his friends and his family. My heart is very heavy. We first met at Napa more than five years ago, became pals at High Sierra and we always spent time together at Kerrville and Folk Alliance. We stayed in touch through emails at other times. I always enjoyed hearing from him. It just won't be the same without him. For the roses, Al. Toby Roodman Morgan Hill, California
Toby Roodman <Tobynita@earthlink.net>
Morgan Hill, CA USA - Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 20:30:22 (CST)

Al Grierson and I shared a lot of laughs together. About the road, politics or sloppin' in the Kerrville mud. I thought of him as a classic balladeer. Maybe even like ancient long ago 1580 or Robert Service with meter and delivery. He had the most cheerful and friendly disposition and yet wrote some of the most sad and truthful love songs I ever heard. Hittin' the nail on the head line after line, so identifying with deep soulful love that I'd have to abruptly pop the tape out while driving along and put on something like Howlin Wolf so I could avoid the nerve he would touch in me. We got snowed in one day at the Toronto Joke Alliance and shared a room. Got gloriously drunk together and swapped songs with other stragglers. Shortly after that Al sobered up completely and quit. Though I didn't/ I congratulated him and admired his strength. This past July Gus Jones and I rode from Wyoming in a ‘74 Imapala on all the desolate back roads we could find to the Elko Hobo Rendevous. Al was there with all the other hobo hobo stars. It always made feel good that he was glad to see me with his smilin open face. We shared a Casey Jones song swap, it was 102 degrees probably. That night when it cooled down the main stage drew about 250 people to the fair ground bleachers and it was a blast. Five hours of continuous train songs, Utah and Rosalie, Larry Penn, Rik Paleri, Spider John , many others and Al. I lazed back and drifted away to soft melodies and poems, one of the highlights of my year, the others being Britt, Iowa and Yellowstone with Bill Passalaqua. Early October came and i was in Kansas City roofing houses to cover my bust charges. At a jam a K.C. folkie named Wally Leydon mentioned a Utah show coming up at the Athenian Center. So I went cuz tickets were 15 bucks and Merle Haggard tickets were 50. I walk in the front door and Al's in the lobby talkin to Utah. At the same time we kinda said "what the hellyou doin here?" We joked around for about 10 minutes and I went out for a cig. When I came back in he was talkin to a lady friend. I didn't talk to him again cuz they looked busy, you know how lobby mingling is. We all rambled on and of course I never thought that would be our last laugh, noone ever does. Ill miss you old pal and as the hobos say, old al caught the westbound. Have a good ride man, I'll see ya later.
jason eklund <none>
houston, tx USA - Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 18:01:45 (CST)

God bless, Al.
Doug Alan Wilcox <acoustikdw@earthlink.net>
Frederick, MD USA - Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 16:25:21 (CST)

It was through my association with Utah Phillips, and from there to Rik Palieri, that I was invited to visit the the hobo gathering in Pullman, IL. some time back. It was there I first met Al. A person one just likes right off the bat. Funny, clever, great songs. He was going to write up a report from Elko for me to post on the web site. I was going to give him a hand with his page as well. I can't say I knew Al all that well, but from that one meeting, and the ocassional phone call, it was clear he was one of a kind and a special person. All I can say is that I was totally shocked and saddened at learning of his death. My wife was as well. It's even a bit more wierd as we were part of his friends that helped him buy his new truck. My condolences to his family and friends.
Christopher Dunn <horse@centaur.org>
Chicago, IL USA - Tuesday, November 07, 2000 at 14:20:48 (CST)

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