I was privileged to attend a student poetry workshop with William Stafford in college in 1991, I believe. In person he was as gentle and unassuming as his poetry. Later I attended a poetry workshop with Maxine Kumin, and her ego was too big to allow her to give helpful critiques to us "lowly" students. But William Stafford had no pretensions. He was real and delightful and empathetic. I appreciate both the man and his bright life as well as the beautiful legacy of words he left behind.