Several times in my life, I found myself at the San Diego Comic Convention thanks to Rory Root. I’d get a badge for the show in exchange for helping set up and tear down the Comic Relief booth. He was a big guy with an enormous heart. Since we only saw each other once a year, it would always take him a few minutes to remember exactly who I was, but once my face clicked, he remembered everything about me.
He died yesterday and it’s a damned shame.
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