....he was always very thoughtful and nuanced, and never responded in kind when he was shredded by our resident pit bulls.
I think it is a bit of a disservice to characterize King as shreddable. I could not stand his politics, and I let him know often, but he played in the dirt when he wanted to, and didn't when he didn't feel like it.
One of the parting images he left when winding down here a few years back was hand splitting winter fire wood, within a stone's throw of the duck marshes that he was so fond of. Good, bad or indifferent, the old misfires gave King enough comfort to share quite more about him, the man and frustrating old coot, than I believe he would have shared otherwise.
Godspeed King
