Some bot at Legacy.com is asking people to go back to guest books they have signed in the past. Perhaps add a little more. So I did.
Michael was a challenging man; he did let you escape back into the bliss of ignorance once telling you the truth. “You haven’t read that book, Thomas? Oh, dear. You must, you absolutely must.” “That haiku is is pleasant but you don’t have a reference to a season. It’s not just a matter of getting the right syllable count, you must have a seasonal reference. Read the great masters of Haiku.”
Today’s Writing at Legacy
Michael is still dearly missed by everyone who know him; I’ve written below on how much he impressed me, by extension, everyone else must have been. Michael would have pointed out that fallacy in logic (post hoc ergo propter hoc) but I stand by it. You’d never forget your house burning down, your wedding, the birth of a child, the loss of same. So, too, with Michael. You could never forget him and there is no recovery with time. A loss great and felt continually.
Past Writing at Legacy
I was living in Isleton while Michael was the editor of the Rio Vista Herald and Isleton Journal, a cut and paste weekly newspaper. I reached out to Michael when I moved to Isleton because it seemed there were no other writers in the area.
I was totally overwhelmed by his education, Cambridge, and by the depth of his reading. He was kind and warm and explained things well. His newspaper office desk was littered with texts in Japanese and Arabic.
He said he had spent five years with the Bedouins in what I will call Arabia, before heading east through India and on to Japan. The stories all seemed legendary and at all times thoroughly believable. He said he once met the Beatles and I am sure he did.
My condolences to his family, students, and friends. He was a good man.