Thank you, Bryan. I knew John far less well, alas. But when I was running a writers’ lecture series at Kellogg-Hubbard Library, called “Why I Love,” (writers talking about things that enthuse them; you, Bryan, absolutely murdered the crowd one night talking about dragonfly sex and why you love Darwin), John stood out for the liveliness of his interest, the breadth of his knowledge, and, always, the same penetrating inquisitiveness you write of here. There seemed nothing he wasn’t interested in; nothing he didn’t already know something of; nothing to which he could not add, if only through a question, a new dimension or connection outward. And that wonderful smile. A lovely, lovely man.