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Avery January 24th, 2013 11:00 PM

Hunter Gordon Sept 14 1966 - Jan 24 2013
Hunter Gordon

Sept 14 1966 - Jan 24 2013

Hunter started this forum, nurtured it as it evolved and grew, and now has passed it on to us as he ventures into the next life. His talent and foresight have given us what we now enjoy every day.

I sincerely appreciated his advice, criticism, and support over the past ten years, and I already miss him.


whartung January 24th, 2013 11:11 PM

Well the hits just keep hitting here at CotI, don't they?

Too early, just too early.

RIP Hunter

Dragoner January 24th, 2013 11:14 PM

RIP Hunter

My condolences to his family. I only traded messages with him a few times on here, but I have enjoyed his work with traveller very much.

PFVA63 January 24th, 2013 11:24 PM

I'm very sorry to hear that. I wish his family and loved ones well.



Whipsnade January 24th, 2013 11:50 PM

Oh damn...

Every year the world gets a little smaller... :(

DaveChase January 25th, 2013 12:00 AM

Though it all, good and bad, yes, I will miss him too.

Rest in the space with peace, Hunter.

Dave Chase

Cryton January 25th, 2013 12:02 AM

You are missed already Hunter. RIP.

rancke January 25th, 2013 12:06 AM

Sad news. Farewell, Hunter.


aramis January 25th, 2013 12:19 AM

He has been sorely missed already, and that will continue for the foreseeable future.

Rest in peace.
"High Flight"

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Whipsnade January 25th, 2013 12:59 AM

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!"

Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the places of destination.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!”, there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

Henry van Dyke: “A Parable of Immortality

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