Joel Rosenberg, 1954-2011
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pameladeanHere is the link to Joel's website
I met Joel in 1987, when he and Felicia came to an early, maybe the very first, Fourth Street Fantasy Convention. We were good friends until we had a falling-out in the late nineties that could probably have been resolved if there had not also been increasingly serious political differences. He continued to be a good friend with and to David, including providing work during some of our hard times.
If he wasn't mad at you, he was the kindest person in the world. He would notice if you were puzzled and explain in-jokes; he would notice if you were ill at ease and tell anecdotes that you could comment on; he showered favors and kindness on you like the sun. And he had a light touch with it. One did not feel oppressed or overwhelmed. He drove me to take the body of my cat to be cremated, a 90-minute trip out into the country; she had died at home and at the time my vet did not deal with that situation. For several years before that, he let me add Sukey to the visits he made to the vet with his and Felicia's three cats. We made a Big Stack o' Cats in the waiting room, and they sang in four different registers like a barbershop quartet, which amused him very much. He was an amazing cook, a great teller of funny stories, a complete cat wimp, and one of the stubbornest people I've ever known. He should have been around much longer.
Rest well, Joel.
Pamela
I met Joel in 1987, when he and Felicia came to an early, maybe the very first, Fourth Street Fantasy Convention. We were good friends until we had a falling-out in the late nineties that could probably have been resolved if there had not also been increasingly serious political differences. He continued to be a good friend with and to David, including providing work during some of our hard times.
If he wasn't mad at you, he was the kindest person in the world. He would notice if you were puzzled and explain in-jokes; he would notice if you were ill at ease and tell anecdotes that you could comment on; he showered favors and kindness on you like the sun. And he had a light touch with it. One did not feel oppressed or overwhelmed. He drove me to take the body of my cat to be cremated, a 90-minute trip out into the country; she had died at home and at the time my vet did not deal with that situation. For several years before that, he let me add Sukey to the visits he made to the vet with his and Felicia's three cats. We made a Big Stack o' Cats in the waiting room, and they sang in four different registers like a barbershop quartet, which amused him very much. He was an amazing cook, a great teller of funny stories, a complete cat wimp, and one of the stubbornest people I've ever known. He should have been around much longer.
Rest well, Joel.
Pamela
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:02 pm (UTC)Will pass the (no longer so) news on to Jerry...