Empty rooms and garage spaces; redundant tools, stored neatly in their places. Project plans lie incomplete; worthy tasks now scattered pieces. A lonely silence fills the void of yesterday's tom-foolery, banter and joy. "When you nod your head I'll hit it!" drawing roars of laughter for something so silly. Then Alistair would happily remind me that when the world seems crazy: "Alan folks are weird except thee and me - and even thee is a little strange some times!". Close in our hearts and forever with us, your particular kind of Special made the world a wonderful place. Rest easy my good and wonderful friend.