Dear Mr. Jordan,
You were patient with me, never once calling me out on my inexperience. In a short time, you walked me through the finer points of interacting with contributors and the broad strokes of editing. You answered questions about copyrights and grammar, though I never figured out what you thought about the Oxford comma. I always knew I was playing well out of my league. You were a steadfast source of support and encouragement, and for this, I will forever be grateful. Thank you.
Your influence on our community will be felt for years to come. You informed and educated us on what was important here, in the “center of the universe.” You introduced us to the major players in Alaska’s history, creating a connection to our past. You left us richer, with a greater understanding of who really made Alaska.
Your kindness and dedication through the years will not be forgotten, and your legacy will last generations.
I can picture you right about now, reading this letter, looking up and quietly mumbling about too much fuss. You were a humble man.
It doesn’t change the fact that you made history.