"Man, 55..."

[fleetfootmike]

It's how the Bucks local papers referred to keristor.

And I think that, in the end, is the thing that really gets me. That someone with his skills, his talent, his generosity, can be reduced by an accident to those two words. There's a part of me wants to find the person who wrote that, show them everything that's been written about him here and elsewhere, and say "Look. I know it's not your fault that at the time you wrote the piece that's all you could say. But I'd like you to know what the man you wrote about was really like."

I may yet.

[Edit: Yes, I know this isn't the reporter's fault.]

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[pola-bear.livejournal.com]

Anna mentioned someone had found the articles and I stupidly read them just before going to sleep. So inadequate to express him. I feel so sick thinking about them. Maybe sending some sort of obituary would be good.