The editing, prefacing, and after wording was harder than anticipated. Charlie lived 11 years with AIDS, a real achievement in the mid-80s. He wrote 25 little stories, linked congruently in time, until he was too ill to write. It was a pleasant distraction for him, and I’d say he had beginners luck. Always a story teller and fable-weaver, Charlie’s joie d’vivre infuses the stories, even though the reader can guess th inevitable ending. I loved him and I miss him, my friend and my bro. His stories of growing up gay when gay wasn’t even a word, when no one spoke of sex out of sheer politeness. The book is launching in a few days, Nov. 15 or so–almost on his birthday when he would have turned 70. I’ll be sending emails soon with previews of the book, And for All the Sins I Cannot Recall. Written by Charles M. Milhaupt. Edited by and with text by Merimee Moffitt.