I have spent the past week mourning the passing of my friend John Hellon. My papers are full of notes with his comments: succinct, direct, in red ink. Their brevity belies the depth of his knowledge and experience. Along with writing we shared a love of good food, musicals of stage and screen, and the ability to launch into lyrics -- in his case, Cole Porter, Rodgers & Hammerstein, et al., which never ceased to impress me. His death was sudden, unexpected, uprooting. He was one of a kind, and he will be missed.