In memory of Leigh Hunt.
And yes, there really was a Leigh Hunt.
A dear friend, bon vivant, wit, and madcap Don Juan who had a way with women that made him the envy of every man in town.
I killed him off in the prologues of ten Dirk Pitt books. He always wanted to play a bigger role in the stories but didn’t complain because he enjoyed the fame.
So long, old pal, you are sorely missed.