Dean Grennell was one of the best. He was said to be heavy on the booze, was deaf as a stone, and in his last years (I'm told) was hard to work with and seldom sober. But in all our contacts and correspondence, I never saw any indication of the reported dark side. He was witty, knowledgeable, a skillful woodworker and photographer, and an ingenious improvisor. A very special friend � I miss him mightily.
Ken Waters is one of my all-time favorite people, too. But he has retired, so we aren't likely to see any more of his writing � certainly no regular stuff but maybe an occasional piece after his creative juices have been "lying fallow" for a while. I hope that he'll produce at least an occasional piece in days ahead.
I can't imagine either of these two men ever being anything but gracious gentlemen.
