Leonard Gill, a close friend since childhood, was found dead of a heart attack in his home over the weekend. Though he wasn't very active in fandom circles, he and I were were consummate "monster kids" from the late 1950s through the 1960s. We would badger our parents to take us to such new horror films as "The Birds", "Hush... Hush... Sweet Charlotte", "Day of the Triffids", "King Kong vs. Godzilla", "The Flesh Eaters", "Hercules in the Haunted World", and many others. We would often get breakfast with our parents in downtown Memphis after mass on Sunday mornings, and after we finished our pancakes we would run down to Main Street and peek in the windows to see what movie posters were hanging inside for upcoming showings. We both kept scrapbooks with ads and reviews of the new horror films, and would pore over dusty newspaper archives and microfilm at the public library to copy ads from films from before our time. We both discovered "Famous Monsters of Filmland" around the same time... about issue #6. We also made all of the Aurora monster models together. Leonard, who was far more artistic than I, created museum quality replicas... while mine would frequently end up with arms dangling at odd angles and unlikely paint designs. Mine were later used as targets for BB-Gun and firecracker assaults. My dad taught us to make paper mache masks after seeing Hammer's "The Phantom of the Opera"... once again Leonard's was flawless, and mine was a soggy mess. We continued through grade school and high school together, still watching old horror films on Sivad's "Fantastic Features" on weekends. Leonard subsequently went on to academia... spending about a decade at various colleges and getting degrees in most subjects beginning with an "A" (archaeology, art history, archaeology, architecture). He later taught at the Memphis Academy of Art and was copy editor and book reviewer for over two decades at "The Memphis Flyer" and "Memphis" magazine. I frequently encouraged him to write, as his reviews were often better than the books they were discussing, but he was content to help others polish their works. Most recently he was working with my sister on a history of the Horseshoe Lake area of Arkansas. It's always difficult to lose a friend, but particularly so when you have nearly sixty years of history with them. I will miss him.