Not long ago, I was traveling far from home. Being away somewhat isolates you from what’s going on back home—but not altogether.
While away, we heard the tragic news of the death of Will Bagley.
I counted Will among my friends, respected his research and writing, admired
his wide-ranging intellect, marveled at the reaches of his memory, and listened
to his infectious laughter. I will miss all that, and more.
Will had no reason to befriend me. He did not need to answer my questions, correct my misconceptions, or share his knowledge with me, whether in conversation or in the many writings—his own and those of others—he shared with me.
There will never be another historian like Will Bagley. Few will ever approach his many accomplishments. And no one will do so with his curmudgeonly good humor.
I will miss Will. Thank goodness I have a long line of his books on my shelves, and will hear his voice again whenever I open one of them.