Harrison Sheppard

Harrison Sheppard crossed my mind tonight and I wondered how he is doing. But my next thought was I wonder if he is still with us? So, I did what most of us do and I Googled his name. Then, sadly, this was where my search brought me. I am so saddened that I never got to say goodbye or see him one last time before he passed now more than three years ago. I did, however, write this email to him on Thanksgiving of 2018. I would like to share the last correspondence I had with the man who...

I stopped by to see Sandy and Ron last night. They told me of your passing. I always loved hearing your stories of our beloved Frederick building. That you used to throw holiday parties in the main lobby! Which never occurred again sadly as new owners kept taking over the building. You gave me one of your books and I loved reading it and thinking of you writing it. You gave sound advice to an artist such as myself. I loved the art on your walls and I hope that maybe it will be shown...

A few months ago I learned that Harrison had died. Harrison was a dear friend, mentor, and later, colleague. We met during "traffic school" in San Francisco in the early 1990s. Both of us were doing penance for a traffic ticket. Like other stories here, he took an interest in me and we quickly became friends. He´s the reason I went to St. John´s College and to law school. We had many adventures of the years! I met many great artists through him. Dinner parties at his studio apartment or a...

I'm deeply saddened to learn just now that my dear friend and colleague Harrison Sheppard passed away over a year ago. I had known Harrison for fifty years. We met when I was just 14 and Harrison was a young, idealistic lawyer in Seattle. He gave me a copy of Inherit the Wind, then Attorney for the Damned, and he inspired me to go to law school. His words and values have guided me all these years. This photo is of the two of us on the summit of Mt. Baker - probably sometime in the late...

I only just today (June 20) learned that Harrison died nearly five months ago. He owed me a reply to an email and I could not find him by phone or email. We were both at an age at which, in such cases, one searches first the obituaries, and there I found the notice of his death. Harrison and I met in 1954, when we were in junior high school, and became close friends. I have a picture of him that I made in ninth or tenth grade; he posing like John Steinbeck and I trying to photograph him as...

Remembering my old friend