In my years of shooting for magazines and newspapers I had the good fortune of working with very good writers. Many as I look back now are no longer with us.

There is one writer of which I do not know anything since I last saw him in the late 80s or perhaps early 90s. I remember that I might have worked with him for a magazine called Pacific Yachts.

George Will often told us how when he flew he was frequently upgraded. He was confused for the then staunch American conservative writer and columnist by the same name.

And perhaps because our George Will is called George Will I have not found a single link anywhere to his existence in this 21^st century.

I remember that his calmness and quiet behaviour could at any moment explode to a hidden volatile anger. I remember he had a VW van. I remember his standing by it when Vancouver Magazine was at the corner of Davie and Richards.

I wrote Mac (Malcolm Parry) who know just about anything. His answer to my question on the whereabouts of will had this as an answer:

 *** No idea.

Luckily in my memory was an image of Will posing for me in my Yaletown Studio on Hamilton Street and my using a forest gobo which I projected with a circular spotlight behind him.

I went to my authors files and found him under W.

Of Will in Spanish we would say, "Se lo tragó la tierra."