I used to visit Rivendell's around 1990 or so, when I'd finally graduated highschool and was going to SWT. I spent nearly every day there talking to their cook, a wonderful old English man who stank of cigarettes and the troubles of life, but whose heart was bigger than the land the place sat on. I loved him like family. Me being a young woman, him being an old man, my parents flipped out he was going to try to molest me or something stupid. They forced me to stop hanging out there. It devestated me.
I wish I knew whatever happened to him. I never even knew his last name. All I know is if I could ever see him one last time, or even hear of family he had, I'd say I loved him possibly better than my own parents. Those were the best moments of my youth. We even made our own homemade churned butter together, with a little hand churning machine over a small bucket I helped him find and wash out thoroughly.
Those were the days...
P.S. Anyone on here remember SWT's 1990's Science Fiction and Fantasy Society? I'd love to find some of its old members, like "Pam'n'Randy", "Kim'n'Henry", Michael "Bruno" Bruno, Ricky Lattie.