Mark Wunderlickch was my college poetry professor. I think I took 4 or 5 of his classes. Spent hours in his office talking. He taught me a lot about reading and writing. Also how to darn socks and which games in Vegas have the best and worst odds. I learn new things about him every time I read one of his books. Of course this is true of any poet, but I notice it so much more with someone I knew once.