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.