Chris offered to be my meditation instructor when I first moved into the Dharmadhatu house on Upland Rd. in the 1970's. We both liked music and early on went to see Springsteen in Boston during one of his early live tours. As we entered the theater Chris got caught carrying in some nips booze. I was totally surprised, 'This guy is my MI?', I thought. Years later, after I moved to Western Mass, Chris came out as a visiting teacher and really encouraged our group to study Khempo Tsultrim's Mahamudra teachings. I don't think that initiative ever took root, but Chris's passionate enthusiasm for the Dharma inspired me a lot. When I did some solo retreats he sent me some of the Khenpo's teachings. We started socializing and along with Tony Cape went to lots of music events in at the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge, and venues in Boston and elsewhere. It was great fun visiting Chris, staying with him in Brighton and just having a rollicking, joyful time . His conviviality and warmth were infectious. He was so disorganized that it could be a frustrating ordeal sometime to just get out of his house to get where we were going. Still, he was always cheerful and great fun to be with. As time went on his drinking increased more and more. Eventually he was on some kind of crazy (to my mind at least) regimen of X number of shots per day that was supposed to lead to sobriety. He kept that up for years and though I (and many other friends) tried to help him stop - that didn't seem like it would ever happen - in this life. I had strongly conflicted feeling - wanting to help him get sober and wanting to accept him just as he was. Ironically, it seems as though he died after a vigorous bike ride trying to get healthy - not a drawn-out spell of organ failure and morbidity. May your passion and warm heart lead you onward Chris!