Goodbye John Stone
I met John Stone at the second meeting of the Springfield Bloggers. Steve Kirks had tried to start a bloggers’ group some months before I arrived in Springfield (early summer 2004). I made the same attempt when I blew into town because I wanted to make new friends and learn the local culture, of which I was now a part.
John Stone, 62, died yesterday of an apparent heart attack. He was the writer of Curbstone Critic.
John came to that second meeting and was a stalwart and regular ever since. It was sad news to learn from Tony Messenger last night that John would no longer be attending. Tony posted a podcast of our discussion after we heard the news.
I am deeply saddened by the death of a man I counted among my friends. As I wrote in the comments of Chatter today: “I am bummed to the core of my being over the loss of our good friend.”
Ron and I are heading over to Patton Alley tomorrow night at 6:30 to drink one in John’s honor. Spread the word, be nice if the whole gang could get back together for this!
I’ll be there!
John will be missed. It’s sad he was so cynical and full of hate. His brains and wit could have been used somewhere constructively. I guess the “jezoid” jokes are no longer funny to him.
Yes, I agree. It’s difficult to find anything funny when you no longer exist. Humor requires consciousness. And consciousness requires biology.