I just read in writing posted to a national website that a friend of mine is dying of cancer. He has been told that he has months to live.
He is one of our literary gems, with enough wit and fervor to fill a thousand shoes.
I don't know how to react to this piece of news. And I don't know what to write to him. I highly doubt he reads, or even knows about this journal.
But I love spending time with him. And teasing him. And mixing words and philosophies with him.
I highly recommend his book to all, and his series of columns at Leatherpage.com. I think he would be pleased knowing a few more people have enjoyed his words.