I was never *that* close to Dr. Johnson--for 
instance, I always called him "Dr. Johnson," never 
"Roy"--but I was blessed with his acquaintance for 
about fifteen years, both when I worked at the music 
collection of the library, and as a singer in the 
Arizona Chamber Choir when we did a few 
organ-accompanied performances. His gentle demeanor 
and humility were a rarity among the large egos at 
the School of Music, and his violent death has 
troubled me greatly.

While this page is presented (as with everything 
else) in my somewhat tongue-in-cheek gopher format, 
its content is nonetheless intended as a most solemn 
tribute to this great man.

God bless you, Dr. Johnson.