I never met him but we corresponded and shared a sense of humour. He appointed me head of bedpans at the NYCFTTS. I remember thinking at the time: here I am, a graduate with a postgrad professional qualification, working in a University and the thing I'm most proud of is being a shitcan emptier at a fictitious mental home! He was always supportive of my Greek "postcards", especially when they got me into trouble with some Greek people who came across them, thought they recognised themselves and took offence. "Fuck 'em,Skiff" was his advice! Losing him, Rick and Art took a lot of the warmth out of the Mudcat.
RtS