a dear friend of mine, a kindred soul, someone who I was "sympatico" with. A man, just a few years younger than me, who had a cancer like mine but more aggressive and relentless. I mention this here as he had the wonderful experience of playing tabla in an opening act for a performance of Procol Harum, back some many years ago. He had lived in Tibet and learned the instrument there. In later years he was an accomplished university professor (a medievalist in history) and a searcher for truth and for the creator. I can honestly say that I loved (and still love) this man and his family. Alan, rest well, and enjoy your eternity!