Alan Bock, a pro-freedom editorial writer for the Orange County Register, died yesterday. I first saw a blog post about his going to a hospice just yesterday. That was fast. Alan was 67: I had actually thought he was younger.
Everyone I knew who came away from a conversation with him thought he was a nice guy. I first met Alan at a Sci-Fi convention in Santa Barbara on the July 4th weekend in 1970. I had just graduated from the University of Winnipeg and was on what a friend called "a libertarian pilgrimage," in which I hitchhiked across Canada and down the U.S. West Coast, carrying my sleeping bag and sleeping on the floors and couches of various libertarians, famous and not. Alan and his girl friend at the time, Sharon Presley, and I stayed with Tibor Machan at his lovely home in Santa Barbara. I wasn't into Sci-Fi--I'm still not--but when I met Sharon in San Francisco, she told me that that was the place to go if I wanted to meet a lot of libertarians. That's where I first met David Friedman.