I traded zines with him, and a few years later when he started the amateur press association he called FLAP (Fannish Little Amateur Press), he invited me to be a charter member. I am still there. In later years he adapted to cyberspace; he said, "Computers are all Geek to me," but he learned about them, contributing not only his excellent writing but his computer skills to several fannish mailing lists. Wherever he went, he was intelligent, witty, skeptical, and cantankerous.
A few years ago, he had a heart attack that was supposed to be fatal, but he had a case of the stubborns or something and didn't die. He returned to his fannish venues, writing as well as ever, but he knew he was living on borrowed time. He had now had to return it.