I first met Eric Orr when he came out with Tom McEvilley to the Townsley farm when Judy and I lived there. He came on the white BMW R-50 that he had spent that summer riding around Spain and Morocco. We went for the first of many brisk runs on the winding back roads of hilly southern Ohio. Images of Eric laughing and talking in that intense way he had of holding forth. Eric on the houseboat he had on the Ohio River with a raccoon caught in the ceiling. Eric in my back yard building the Okie style trailer to move to California. Eric laughing and jiving and poking at reality. Always ready to get close and to go deep.