Kurt always reminded me of Alan Alda for some reason. I guess it was the acerbic wit. Oh, the times we had together … the Seminary coffee shop, the “Blue Parrot,” hanging out in his room or ours, usually in the company of Steve Stahl. We were in touch a couple times a year in recent years–but still in touch. He had been ailing for a couple of years, so I knew this was coming. But it is always a shock when you hear of a good friend dying–especially when you find out two weeks after the fact.