I hesitated using the word death in the subject line. So final, yet just a word. Kenny drew me to him during the Pittsburgh fest. His smile was so engaging. Sitting on the "smokers" porch, listening to Dreamland drumming. I was calmed by his smoke much as a bee is. Spending the night at a stranger's house with thirty people! Many of my friends said this was madness. Yet Kenny was there, comfortable in his skin, happy together with other fans. Twenty or so digests were sitting for me to read. Something drew me to the computer in the 11th hour of this busy election year. Kenny always took the time to write an encouraging word. I really loved that about him. After we met he wrote even more, asking about my husband and children. Goodbye Kenny. You will be missed here in JMDLand. Your spirit will live on every time I hear Edith and the Kingpin. Sue Cameron
