What a pleasure it was to know Morton, a one-man poetry festival, charismatic raconteur and major mensch. I have been enjoying reading his wonderful memoir, full of so much lore about California bohemia and the vivacious arts and letters scene in Santa Cruz of the past three decades.
A passionate cinephile, Morton and I almost always disagreed about films – but we agreed about friendship, road trips and red wine. He cast a long and lasting shadow over our hearts – and everyone lucky enough to know him, will miss Morton. Probably permanently.
(You just know he’s scribbling away up there…..odes for the gods and other tricksters.)
