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…