That is some very sad news. Over the years Rob and I fell out of contact, but early on, Charles and I hit it off pretty well with him. He was kind of a tough guy with that east coast, don't mess with me, attitude - I loved it. He had even come out to visit Charles and I to do some herping in our neck of the woods. One year, we picked him up from LAX and drove him back up here to hang for a week with us. I'll never forget his first introduction to motion sickness. For whatever reason, he had escaped it for years. As a passenger riding up the Kern Canyon, HWY 178, he finally found out what motion sickness was. His exact words were, “whatever that was, it kicked my ***”.
That same night we found a Cal-King, another first for him. I was OK with just driving right on by, but he wanted to turn around on the freeway section of Hwy 178. It was late and there was little traffic, so it wasn't much of a problem, just not the norm, that's for sure. We collected it and he was very happy to have that animal in his collection for many years. He referred to it as his garbage disposal.
He and Charles stayed in contact for quite a while. Charles is going to be pretty bummed to hear of his untimely departure.
I am deeply saddened and my heart goes out to those that were close to him.