Crap.

Well. This is not a good way to kick off a Thursday.

I interned at Arcade Publishing a while back -- lobbied quite hard to get this book published; it probably sold, like, 3 copies -- and fondly recall Dick's gregariousness and Jeanette's fruit smoothies.

Dick Seaver was a good man and, oh yeah, in the grand scheme of things I probably owe a bit of my filthy mind to him.

This really sucks.