I met Harvey a few times, spoke with him on the phone a few more times, did him a couple of favors, interviewed him, and had dinner with him once. In other words I was a bit player in his life, at most. But as a writer who decided that not being able to draw comics to professional standards wasn’t going to get in my way…well, he wouldn’t spell out for you what that meant, so I won’t either.
I’m sad that he’s gone. But there’s some hope mixed in with the sadness, since he’s one guy for whom I think the whole “rest in peace” thing will work out. He earned all the rest and peace and acclaim you can imagine, and then some. Thank you, Harvey.
