At the slow march, with muffled drum
Jan. 2nd, 2005 09:51 pmA friend of mine died this morning. About 24 hours after the poker game at the New Year's party he wasn't at ended. His wife was there, and didn't mention that he might be doing poorly, which it seems he wasn't.
Frank Kelly Freas, artist, raconteur, gentleman.
I know his daughter, and as a result, came to know him. It was my pleasure to do him a good turn at a convention (a shipment of a book of his artwork had gone missing, I managed to find it, in a corner of a loading bay, in the bowels of the hotel). Jacqui, his daughter, took me to meet Hal Clement, while Kelly dedicated a copy to me. Since I was still in my mid-teens, the money to buy it was beyond me. More impressive, it was his idea for Jacqui to take me to meet Hal, whom I had only started reading a short time prior.
He was an elfish man, bright of eye; quick of smile. His art is wonderful. From Mad Magazine, to the Skylab Patch. At least one of his paintings was used as a Pink Floyd cover. At conventions one can see his work, from sketches, to cartoons, to the finished product. With warts, and after the surgery.
He of all the people it has been my privilege to know, is one of the few of whom I can say, "I never knew him to do a mean thing."
Frank Kelly Freas, artist, raconteur, gentleman.
I know his daughter, and as a result, came to know him. It was my pleasure to do him a good turn at a convention (a shipment of a book of his artwork had gone missing, I managed to find it, in a corner of a loading bay, in the bowels of the hotel). Jacqui, his daughter, took me to meet Hal Clement, while Kelly dedicated a copy to me. Since I was still in my mid-teens, the money to buy it was beyond me. More impressive, it was his idea for Jacqui to take me to meet Hal, whom I had only started reading a short time prior.
He was an elfish man, bright of eye; quick of smile. His art is wonderful. From Mad Magazine, to the Skylab Patch. At least one of his paintings was used as a Pink Floyd cover. At conventions one can see his work, from sketches, to cartoons, to the finished product. With warts, and after the surgery.
He of all the people it has been my privilege to know, is one of the few of whom I can say, "I never knew him to do a mean thing."