And so will I, for several reasons. In the very early 1950s, I knew a splendid young poet in Seattle named Richard Selig. We climbed in the Olympics together, and fished in Lake Quinault. Richard won a Rhodes scholarship and went off to Oxford. Let me emphasize, he was a damned fine writer and a brilliant man.

When Caroline and I went to England in 1957, I kept asking those we met who had an obvious interest in poetry if they had ever met or knew what had happened to Richard Selig. No luck.

In September of 1958, as we walked into the School of Scottish Studies in Edinburgh, we met Mary O'Hara coming out and had a nice, long chat. It never occurred to me to ask her about the missing American poet. I learned later that she was married to him at the time we met her, and that he had died of some rare disease shortly after our meeting. I've been told that it was after his death that she entered the nunnery. I've long hoped to see her again and learn if she has copies of his poems that I might read.

If any of you is in touch with her, please let me know how I might reach her. Richard Selig was a very important influence in my life.

Sandy