It was only a matter of time, given his advanced age and poor health, but this still hurts like hell. Studs was one of the few people I'd say deserved the title of a national treasure -- funny, smart, endlessly curious, a lefty of the old school, kind and decent, and one of the world's great storytellers. He was a glowing symbol of my beloved Chicago, and one of the greatest people I've ever had the privilege to meet.
He was utterly, immediately alive. It's hard to think of him otherwise.