Ashley Morris has gone back to the Universe and the void he leaves will be spiritually vast. I knew him mostly through comments on this blog and his. I had several conversations with him at different events but essentially, digital missives comprised our friendship, exchanges about New Orleans and sometimes about our former hometown of Pensacola.
Simply in that tiny realm, I learned a few things about him…
He detested all things snooty or uppity. He conducted a boisterous love of local peoples and cultures. He had the intelligence and repertoire to engage even the most critical thinkers. He possessed a vibrant joie de vivre. He was a pirate, a trickster, a madman. He was profound and profane; he was an intellectual and a fanatic. He was a bull in a china shop and if shit was going down, you wanted him on your side.
Adieu Ashmo.
To borrow a phrase Ashley liked to throw around a lot, when it came to life in New Orleans, Ashley Morris “got it”.
I also knew the man almost entirely through the internet but I feel like I’ve lost a family member.
I want to hire you to write my epitat. That was outstanding!
err, a, eulogy