I am very grateful for the small but potent amount of time I had on this earth with Phil Feddersen and wish to express condolence to his family and friends. Several summers ago I traveled to Clinton to talk to him about a Wright book I was writing and researching. Like the stranger at the door, he took me in. We spent most of a day together, including a long lunch down on the river at a floating restaurant, where he took great full grinning sips of wine. (I think he had two glasses.) He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and took my arm as we walked along the levee. Then we went back to his astonishingly beautiful Usonian-ish home and talked some more. We also drove around Clinton looking at architecture, not least some of his own commissions. Late that afternoon I left for Spring Green with a lift in my heart. I regret deeply not being able to present to him a signed copy of the book I have written, shortly to appear--it would have been a very small repay. I think he will be reading it somewhere. He was a beautiful soul. Sincerely, Paul Hendrickson, University of Pennsylvania