If ever there was someone to whom his craft mattered more than the money he earned. Someone who, for many of us, was the soundtrack of our lives.
He was a couple of months younger than me, and my father used to sell his father essences and flavourings for his ice cream business, back in a day when relationships mattered more in business than they do now, and going to the factory with him.
I will miss him, but am grateful we were around at the same time.