I know it sounds like a pity bumper sticker or t-shirt slogan, but that really sums up the loss of Randy Rohn, an outstanding writer and even better husband, father and friend. A prolific advertising writer for more than three decades, he had only recently moved into publishing short fiction and even a novel. I know for a fact he was working on another one, and who knows how many more he would have produced had he not been cruelly removed from this life. When I first turned to long-form fiction myself, he was one of the few I trusted to give me feedback, even if his feedback amounted to “It’s the best book about jazz and lesbians I’ve ever Read More…