My last connection with Barry, an email indicated that he was very ill, had just turned 81, and hoped for better times and health--but evidently, he had been cheerful, right to the end. I'm very glad. I first met him to know his original name, was certainly in the Autumn of 1950, when I became a first-year student at King's School, Peterborough. I knew him as Barry Chambers, of course. I was born August 15, 1939, in the very same street he sometimes lived in, 194 Walpole Street, now 960 Bourges Boulevard. Over the years, we had many friends, and possibly enemies, in common. I think I even acted on one or more plays with him. His wonderful book Whatever Happened to Barry Chambers was directed my way by a writer colleague, and I can tell all his friends and relatives that he was a truly great writer, whom I have been proud to know. I wrote to him immediately after reading the book for a first time and he seemed very happy to share reminiscences. For me his loss is a terrible blow, but I truly hope his faith will have carried him to the destination he desired. Since he was certainly a very good man, Dante Alighieri's Paradiso is where I would expect him to be. My career has been oddly similar to his, King's Peterborough 1950-1958, then several universities--for me Leeds (two degrees), Edinburgh (Diploma of Phonetics); Chicago (Graduate work in American Linguistics and Computer Science), North Dakota, Doctorate in English, French, Translation, and Linguistics. I am a well-published poet, fiction writer, literary translator; I am also a small-press editor and publisher and visual artist. I had been careful not to bother him when he told me he was going to undergo serious surgery, but I hoped today to send him another email, today 12 September 2021, tried to, but, alas, found out about his sad demise. My empathy is with his relatives and many many friends. Sincerely Antony Oldknow, Distinguished Emeritus Professor of English, Eastern New Mexico University.