Miles Hood Swarthout

Miles was a dear friend for a long time...

Dear Miles, we were good friends for a long time.

I cannot believe you are gone. I always thought you were invincible...

With love,

JP Trevor

(My father was author Adam Hall, Elleston Trevor)

I met Miles circa 1975-76 at a Dunkin Donuts in Scottsdale. I was much younger than he but I remember he was always kind and an interesting person. He introduced me to jazz and oxygen masks to clear the mind. I guess you could say we "dated" for a short while.
I wish someone would post a photo from back in those days. I would not have recognized him at all by the photo here.

I don't know what made me think of him all these years later, but I just did and Google came up with...

Miles was the last of a great dynasty of American
writers: Glendon, Kathryn, and Miles Swarthout.

He will be missed by his family and friends, most
especially by me, who drew inspiration from him
as a fellow writer.

He was the best cousin ever, and always hugely
fun to be around.

I hope he is kicking back and trading Western
yarns with his parents somewhere peaceful. RIP.