I've gone dark for a week and for that I apologize. I've been working off of a shared computer, and the desire to blog has seldom been coupled with the ability to. And last night I couldn't find the words. There are other things that I'm going to write about, but this comes first.
One of the greatest educators who ever taught me passed away yesterday morning. It was under his tutelage that I learned a great deal of what I know about theater. He was the director for the Dramatics Society at my high school, and the teacher of the nine-member (of which I was one) class that ran the society along with him and Chip, the other great mentor of mine who I've made note of in this space.
I hadn't seen him since I left high school. Circumstances didn't favor it. He'd retired by the time I got to visit, due to the medical problems that undoubtedly led to his death. And though he did attain some stability of health, he'd disappeared. The closest thing to contact I had with him was when Chip told him about my performance in the last play I acted in.
I myself am not qualified to relate what exactly has been lost in the passing of Kevin Kynock. We referred to him as TGO, short for The Great One. I never was sure as to whether or not he knew of the epithet, but behind his back it was used universally. I would lean towards no. Of all people I've met he was the least egotistical. Such that he used one of my ideas for the ending of the first play he cast me in. For forty years he built a legacy of theater education that I doubt will ever be equaled. His knowledge of theater, particularly Shakespearian (he once worked with the Royal Shakespeare Company) was astounding, and he shared it well. Any attempt to estimate the number of students who learned under him on my part could not be reliable, but he was running the theater there when my father was a student at BC High.
We all knew that this wasn't too far off, but none of us were ready for it.
I know I wasn't