Roderick Cook

I have so many memories of Rod. I remember him dancing at teenage parties. He was the first and last in the dance floor. I remember that the best, zaniest letters I ever received came from him. He also used to make tapes and CDs of music that was eclectic and always perfect medicine for whatever was bothering me. He was a deep thinker and philosopher with one of the kindest hearts I have known. I will find a bench here in Austin and dedicate it to him privately.