There is always a new picture of Anthony to be found on the internet, when I’m in the mood and feeling strong.

Here’s one I found today and I like it because it’s not posed. It’s him in mid-conversation. He has that expression behind the eyes of a man trying to connect, to truly communicate. He listened well, and gave pertinent, intriguing answers. He managed, always, to be modest but also to have something to say, and could add sparkling insight to something you thought you already fully understood. He was clever. He was gifted. He was not just easy to love, but impossible not to love.

Today is his birthday. He would have been 66. To those of us who found him impossible not to love, he IS 66; he wormed his way beautifully into our hearts, into our very souls, and his chocolate-voiced wisdom remains.