I'd just about forgotten Jonathan's Limerick Game, Sandy. Everyone at the table gets a paper and pencil. You put down your first and last lines, and pass the paper to the person next to you, then accept your neighbor's. With only those two lines in front of you (which often seem to have no connection to each other), you must complete a limerick somehow, and one that makes sense, to boot. Many artful and charming ones emerge, especially when there are word folks present. Those were gorgeous, Sandy!

Other than singing and our Folk Legacy association, that was my particular connection with Jon: words. I can echo the sentiments of nearly everyone who's contributed to this thread in my admiration for his intellect, enthusiasm, musicianship and scholarship. It was hard to watch his disease cause physical deterioration, but our collective memories of a brilliant and vital man keep going on and on to transcend sad fact of his illness. "No one dies as long as there are people who remember..."