RIP, Bill…

Bill Lindquist, the man who single-handedly turned me on to the Bard, passed away yesterday.

I was lucky enough to have him as a teacher, then a mentor, then a colleague.

I was lucky enough to see him before he passed, the first time in many, many years; I gave his wife Janet, a copy of the blog entry that describes my feelings toward him the blog entry that describes my feelings toward him. I was also able to relive some memories with him.

Now I have only memories of him.

He was a great teacher, and he will be missed.

RIP, Bill, RIP…

Comment?