No, regrettably, I never met either in the flesh, but did often speak to them by phone, and also carried on some correspondence by old fashioned snail-mail, as well as e-mail of course.
Whatsisname, "Scissors McGillicutty" (sp.?) did go down from New York or wherever he lived to see Guy after Guy had a stroke and was put in a nursing home in Alabama, and "Scissors" visited or liaisoned with Jeff in Georgia, and the three of us were for a time working on putting something together for Guy.
Being already unable to travel then, my role in that was pretty minor and peripheral. I contributed a little money, and I do mean very little, since I was still pretty broke then. I think most of what I chipped in went to defray some of Jeff's travel expenses when he too went to visit guy in the home. But somehow, between us, we managed to arrange a laptop computer for Guy.
In all this "Scissors" did the bulk of the heavy lifting and contributed by far the lion's share of the funding, and I admired him for that. Unfortunately, very soon thereafter, he turned against me in pretty big way, for reasons still not entirely clear to me, except that we had strong disagreements about politics (something I seldom take very personally, unless someone else makes it personal).
I remember him saying something to me about how he'd once thought I had a shred of decency, but now he knew better, or words to that general effect. And, apart from the political disagreements and arguments, I had no clue what he was talking about. I think this was right before or right after Guy died.
If I remember correctly, Scissors made a big deal of quitting this board and going away mad just because he couldn't quite persuade Deref to ban me from it too. Or I think that's what I was told.
I had been making up little care packages (mostly books and also some hand-squeezer-type exercise equipment I wanted him to try to rehabilitate his bad arm with) for Guy on my own, as and when I could afford it, and was working on getting him a compact bookshelf that would fit into a corner for him, that I was going to have shipped down there.
And I had already sent Guy a dinosaur plushie to replace the one that was stolen, though from what he told me on the phone the company botched the order and sent him the wrong dinosaur. It was supposed to be another Velociraptor, and I think they mistakenly sent him something like a Pterodactyl instead. I think I was still trying to get all that straightened out too when he died.
I had also spent some time on the phone with some of the nursing home staff, trying to encourage them to treat Guy better and be a little more understanding. My impression was that at least some of the staff there didn't like their jobs, didn't want to be there, and resented Guy in particular because he was so heavy and hard to move. At one point I even darkly hinted to them that Guy was "not just some ordinary nameless guy; he has friends." I tried to make it sound like he was in the Mafia or something.
Anyway, things have lately gone from bad to worse here, and I am only a little better off now than they were. It's a long story, pretty much all the same old stuff, but magnified, amplified, juiced up. well, this lung/breathing problem seems new. I guess it's some kind of bronchitis, which I rarely get.
I only occasionally come back here now. I've started spending most of my online time elsewhere, where, believe it or not, some of my contributions are actually appreciated, sometimes. Or at least someone sees them, even if they don't like them. Well, there was one person's page I voluntarily bowed out of when I realized that a lot of his disciples or acolytes were not people of good will, and maybe he wasn't either. One lesson I have learned is that there is not much future in hanging around with nasty, malicious people, online or in person.
"The practical reason for freedom is that freedom seems to be the only condition under which any kind of substantial moral fiber can be developed — we have tried law, compulsion and authoritarianism of various kinds, and the result is nothing to be proud of." -- Albert Jay Nock, "On Doing the Right Thing", in The American Mercury (1925)
"Men in a state of decadence employ professionals to fight for them, professionals to dance for them, and a professional to rule them." -- G.K. Chesterton
"No man is so exquisitely honest or upright in living, but that ten times in his life he might not lawfully be hanged." -- Montaigne
"But to live outside the law, you must be honest." -- Bob Dylan
"Unjust laws can be altered, as well as made. There's a new spirit in the world. Taxed out of existence, robbed of their independence by the government, the people must fight back how they can. What we're doing here is just a pin-prick. But a thousand pin-pricks put together ... " -- Christopher Syn
"Not in the flight of thought, but in the act alone is there freedom" - Dietrich Bonhoeffer
"The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire ... Must be a yearning deep in the human heart to stop other people from doing as they please. Rules, laws — always for the other fellow." -- Robert Heinlein