The Death of an Audiophile
Thanksgiving will mark two years since Charles died. I still miss him.
I first met Charles in the 1990s, around the time I began to review recordings and audio equipment. I had just left my apartment and was driving slowly down the street when I spied a somewhat bent-over, wizened-looking man carrying a copy of Stereophile under his arm. My astonishment at discovering another Stereophile reader whom, it turned out, lived just two buildings away, brought my car to a sudden halt.
I opened my window. “You read Stereophile?” I exclaimed. “Why, yes, I do,” replied Charles, with that curious mixture of intellectual engagement, hauteur, and combative distance that I was soon to know too well.
So began our friendship. One of the many things…