I think of him so often, though I knew him only slightly, from the old Louisville Productions days. I loved his spirit. I can remember feeling so special whenever he simply talked to me. And while this sounds odd, I remember walking in back of him at Oxmoor once when we were both Christmas shopping. He saw me, and stopped and spent a real moment with me. That was Joe. Funny and sweet and wonderful. The world is a smaller place without him.