Jesus Christ, where was I when this happened?

http://www.sfwa.org/news/knight.htm

Damon was one of my instructors at the Clarion workshop in 1985, probably the most formative six-week period of my life. Besides everything else—writer, critic, teacher—he was a hell of a character. He had two little inkstamps. One was a smiley face that said "I like you." The other was a sour, scrunched-up face that said "Shit!" He would stamp your manuscript with one or the other. He told me I was definitely going to be a writer, and boy did I believe it when he said so.

RIP