Brandt was one of the best teachers I never had! My first meeting with him came on the heels of his departure from Ferris, when he came down the sloped auditorium aisle, hopping up to tap each of the TV monitors on the way. We had a conversation first about creating educational videos, then to his side-hustle writing for pharmacy-based journals, and he really lit up when I mentioned interest in old photographic methods.
That led to a visit to an Ohio NSA convention, experiments in free-viewing, and my first Realist. We swapped cards throughout the 1980s and kept in frequent touch through our shared literary contributions to Stereo World and random discussions on mounting techniques, dangers of Fixative, and whether Cal Stewart will ever be a popular recording artist again.
Our last conversations were about his health-inposed downsizing, whether being the King of Ebay is all that regal, and volumes of some of the most delicious, egregious puns ever committed to email. I sensed a tear in space-time when his energies faded, and shed a tear when they completely dissipated after last spring. I am sure Charon was kept convulsed all along the river Styx. Rest in Peace? Make that Stir the Place. Long live the King of the Funderworld!
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