When I was by his house about a year or so ago, he printed me out a draft of THE INDIAN GIVER and signed if for me. It automaticlly became a prized and privledged possession. I sent him a set of Barred Owl feet in return. (Roadkill) The main thing he gave me was the gift of seeing a man living life to the fullest against all odds and being a friend and willing to share his knowledge. He never allowed being confined to a wheelchair to define his personality. An inspiration to us all. All good, indeed.
