Adam M. Saroyan

Here's a shot of the guy at 29. He was about to leave for Oregon I believe, or maybe I was about to leave for Iowa. Either way, it was a parting.

Addie was my dearest pal from Stanford days and beyond. We roomed together in Palo Alto, Woodside, and San Francisco, off and on, for about ten years. We played endless games of chess, at which he beat me hands down on every single occasion. He also beat me every time at pool, cribbage, and anything else pertaining with cards. He was an ace competitor at anything he put his mind to, from grad school to the stock market to a winning a casual bet. Once, he got into an argument with a woman who...

Sorry to see this here. We argued relentlessly on myriad subjects.... He taught me bridge. We talked about basketball up until the end... I will miss him.

Adam and I traveled in the same circles for several years (the Vat and Tonsure, his wife Sarah is one of my oldest and dearest friends) he delighted me. He was as sweet and affectionate as he was prickly. The world is less interesting without him in it. I'll miss him.

I am very saddened to hear of Adam's death. He came and went in my life, but like the James Taylor song, "I always thought I'd see him again". He was a marvelous storyteller, generous in surprising ways, both sweet and acerbic, and my life is richer because I knew him.
My condolences to Lia and all others who will miss him.