This is the worst news that I've heard all week. He was a fine, upstanding, Christian man who truly enjoyed teaching the masses about gardening without chemicals...whether if said masses wanted to be there or not.
I sat front row in his class with one of my friends there in Langdon Hall. He would always talk to the front row-ers before beginning that days lesson. Of course, everyone in the class could hear these conversations. He asked where I was from, and I told him Enterprise, Alabama. From that day on, through the rest of the semester, he would sing this song to me in front of the whole class before starting the lesson:
Dr. James Brown, you will be missed.