Yesterday one of the most violent thunder storms I have ever witnessed passed nearly over my apartment where I sit writing this. Have you ever heard really powerful lightening close up? The kind that throws bolts ten miles long. The kind where the sound of a bolt starts with a loud, high pitched crackling as the electrostatic tension in the air reaches the point of breaking down, and hundreds or thousands of five or ten foot sparks form. Then the ionization from these provides the critical path and there's a discharge that rattles the walls and goes on and on and on.
Today it occurs to me that the storm represented the spirit of Tony DeBlase passing over my house.
I like to think Mr. DeBlase was a friend. In truth I can't have been much to him. I saw him give a CBT/electrical play workshop. I wrote a positive review of one of his books. I attended a meeting and shared a two hour shift with Mr. DeBlase as dungeon monitor at LIL XII.
I have reflected on that experience often.
He was the only person I ever allowed on my writers group list who never attended a meeting. Now he never will.
I am very glad to have experienced what I did of Tony DeBlase. He was truly a great and generous person.
The world is full of damaged people. I believe I am one of them. Tony healed me a little.
A.M.
7-22-2000
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