Ed Sheldon

I knew John from long ago, in the galaxy far, far away that was Staten Island in the '60s. We worked together on the idealistic community projects that defined us in those days. The last time I saw him was in 1974 in Boulder, where I'd landed briefly while on a cross-country motorcycle trip. He invited me to lectures at Naropa which were very interesting. It was a magical time, and he was a magical person. Though our ways diverged, I was greatly saddened to hear the news of his passing.