An e-mail arrived in my inbox late yesterday from Tsila Schwartz, whose husband Howard Schwartz
is a fixture in the graduate writing program at the University of Missouri-St. Louis.
Schwartz, who's 64, had a stroke last Saturday night that has affected his left side, as well as his speech. He's now out of the hospital and on the mend in rehab and is optimistic that he'll be able to return to teaching next semester.
I've known Howard for about as long as I can remember; he made a point of looking out for me during my misspent youth and, among other good deeds, stoked my passion for all things Bob Dylan with his exhaustive collection of concert bootlegs back in the days when such things were circulated only via cassette tape.