I had never gone to Harris Cyclery, where he worked, since West Newton is a fair bit out of the way and there are many fine bike shops closer; but the guy who sold me the bike threw in a lock, to which he couldn't find the key, and promised he would keep an eye out for it. He found it, and we made plans to get together this weekend in Newton.
I thought it would then be a good time to stop by Harris Cyclery as well, to thank Sheldon for his advice and maybe get some more while I was there. But when I visited their site to find directions just now, I saw that Sheldon Brown had died.
(If you knew him, I guess this is not news; it was more than a week ago.)
By all appearances he lived as good a life as one could hope for; and though there were painful parts, he kept his good humor and kept writing for us all. Many people will remember him. There are not very many things I regret more than that I did not go out and meet him when I had the chance.