A very fine man has left us. Ron Scheer has died. It is at times like this that I realize how truly inadequate words are. But they are the tools we have.
I did not meet Ron in real life. I knew him from the blogging world. I first came to know him because he had interests like mine in western literature. From that commonality sprang a sense of friendship. I visited his blog day after day, not just to read his writings about western fiction, which were erudite and insightful, but to take a few moments to visit with him on this new world's front porch.
In that virtual world, Ron lived just down the dirt road from me. I knew what he looked like. I knew how he talked. I knew his opinions and felt his kindness. I was his friend, and I miss him.
There are more words about Ron, including some from his wife, Lynda, over at David Cranmer's blog.