Milton, R.I.P.

I had a couple of phone conversations with the guy remembered here a couple years back.  They were extraordinarily interesting conversations.  I got the sense that Milton was, despite his gruffness, hard pressed on the search for human commonality, for connections in our quite different experiences in life.  And like any good writer, he seemed to be hunting for a way to parse my story, to come to some honest and usable terms with it.  As far as I am concerned, that is among the greatest respects anybody can show another human being.