Ryan, if I could thank you for what you were in my life, I would would thank you for our time spent in high school when I felt that you were someone that I wanted to remain friends with. We went to different colleges, then we worked at Krueger in Jonesboro, you in the pre-press work as you would continue with periodically rest of your life, and me in the bindery. Later after NYC, I was in Jonesboro/Memphis and you offered me the option of coming to Seattle and staying with you. I departed Joinesboro at 8:08 on the Eighth Day of August in 1988. I was there for a year and we had a good time hanging out in that beautiful area. You introduced me to some of the coolest people. The 90s were Atlanta for me but we would still meet in Arkansas. Since your moving to Fayetteville, I have enjoyed our twice a year visits.
I will always remember repeatedly standing in awe in front of one of the large number of your watercolors. These were pieces that I could tell had so much focus carefully brushed onto the page, dream stuff, and we would talk about it until late in the night.
Then glass, thanks for showing me how you worked the glass in the fire, it had a lot in common with watercolor, again light is everything.
I really enjoyed our journey with the Macintosh. Since 1988 our self-teaching was at a similar pace, so we could show each other tricks and cool things that we had done. I want to thank you for forever expanding my concept and awareness of music, foreign and domestic. Your acts of meaningful generosity were often insightful to me, as I may not have seen the opportunities that you did. Fifty years is long time to have a friend. I am truly going to miss you, like Wayne told me when I left Jonesboro, “I’ll miss you like a tooth.”