Adieu to a thoughtful reader of this blog, #Ripp #Smith, a close friend of Lynne and myself, so kind, so wise, an exuberantly antic man, a gentleman risen from old Atlanta gentry, so of course beautifully grained by this oblique and camellia South. His jokes were the best. His sculpture like nothing I’ve seen. I hope his Rat Madonna finds its way to the Vatican. The worst part of these last months was the loss of his wingspread arms closing into mammoth hugs. So, friend, one