...none of you would know him. An aging hippie that loved life in it's simplest and most basic forms. He had a given name, but I called him "Crow"...he not only supplied me all my comic books, but had become a dear friend over the years. I lost him last night to a heart attack, without being able to once again tell him I loved him. His sheer exuberance and joy always made my day, and I just pray he is at peace-surrounded by his heroes both fictional and non. I am gladdened that just recently he achieved a lifelong desire in being able to meet and speak with comic legend and icon Stan Lee. Oh Crow, I know you wouldn't want tears, but dammit-I can't stop them! On the same day I lost my friend-a hero of the recording industry, Ray Price also passed...and in Crow's memory, I leave you with one of Ray's most well loved tunes...Crow old buddy, one day I shall see you at the Tower...