From English Composition in 1977 and then Introduction to Poetry, to trusted Advisor, generous life mentor and dear family friend of 35 years, Walter is a shining force in my life who opened my eyes to so much I might have missed. He leaves me enriched and more full for having known him. From a favorite Keats poem of Walter's, Ode on Melancholy: "But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Of if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes." And thank you Tim for taking care of Walter these last years. Jim Stevens and Lisa, Washington DC