I was looking for Clint's name. I just wanted to add him to my buddy's list. I know his writings for many years, right from the start at Audioholics, from my neighborhood's library computer. I saw Clint's name under this locked thread. I went to the last post, Clint's post. I saw another link, I decided to scoop pass Clint, wait till later to add him up to my good list, and click on the link instead. I was curious, from what I already read from that locked thread.
I started to read the thread from that link, I got more involved as I read more. I thought that this guy was a very good guy with a big heart, and that he touched a lot of good people here too. He was still here, as I read more posts. I could feel his presence, and his gentle touch, his compassion and love for people that were close to him via his audio hobby.
I started to cry, I kept reading, I was at the last page now, I bursted into tears.
I never talk to the guy, still I was feeling his presence. He is here, I know so.
He is still among you guys, I ain't kidding. I feel very close to him, because we have stuff in common, powerful stuff, stuff that never dies.
I feel more free now...