Machinist, artist, adventurer, Polie, Australian, friend… has died.

Blossoming multitudes are paying tribute: those impressed by his skill, those who were welcomed and comforted by his friendly and generous nature, those who laughed at his humor, those who survived with him through hard winters, those who loved him, and those who tolerated his excessive consumption of British science fiction.

He was good at being a living human. He was a listener, he cared about the important things, he spoke up when something was wrong. Still, he stayed out of the quicksand (mostly) and he was dependable (completely). I felt respect for him – even back then in all the noise and self-absorption of it.

We don’t need to be flawless people,
I just need to be more like him.
His example is the next flag on the flag line.