Thursday, June 20, 2019
I met Andy in about 1986 at UT, and we’ve been friends since then. I have so many memories of him from Austin, from San Francisco where he would occasionally just ring my doorbell out of the blue, having arrived without forewarning, and from the Pacific NW where I live now. We camped and hiked and rafted and skinny dipped and brewed beer and sat around just talking for many, many hours together. He was the kind of friend you could just see for the first time in months or years, and sit down like you’d never missed a beat. And his puns were outstanding—a sign of true intelligence.
Andy, I’m sorry we didn’t get to have that dinner in April when I made that stealth visit to Austin to take care of my mom. I won’t make it to Austin this Saturday, but know that there’s a group of us who are raising a glass to you here in Portland. Sending a bear hug your way now.
