I found out yesterday that my once co-worker and generally great guy passed away about a month ago. Grant Sligh worked next to me at my first full time job and gave me countless tips on Flash in his Scottish accent. We both tended to arrive at work about half an hour after everyone else. He admonished me for never hearing of the Pogues. When he was buying his beloved scooter, he'd give me daily updates on which model he was looking at. He also gave me some priceless words on animation in New York part of which I actually included in a
comic published last year in Not My Small Diary #13.
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I picture him donning his helmet, getting onto his vespa and riding into the sunset wearing a three piece suit. Grant was one of a kind, and he'll be missed.
There's a celebration of Grant's life planned for Wednesday February 27th, 7:30 pm at Botanica 47 E. Houston (bet. Green and Mott St.) NYC
Won't you come by and lift a pint for him?