Mitch Heisman was a friend and fellow creative, who's life work was "a book about the Norman invasion" that he would often briefly touch on during conversation. I remember, now in chilling retrospect, the way his eye sparkled when I asked him how he would market the book. He commented that he had that all planned and apparently he did.
I remember my talks with Mitch fondly. Trying to get him to watch my favorite movie (The Third man), talking about the creative process and the motivations behind it. He came to several of our shows in Somerville. He was a supportive and genuinely sweet, intelligent man.
On Yom Kippur, Saturday, September 18th 2010, with his book finally finished, Mitch set up an automated email with an attachment of his book, now titled "Suicide Note" set out some packages of the book in cd form for others to take to the post office and wrote notes to loved ones. He put on a white tuxedo and walked down to the Harvard Chapel steps, took out a 38 pistol and shot himself in the head.
Mitch is gone and we live in a world that is a little uglier without him. Many are angry, sad, and confused. We saw an usual man, but not the signs of his grand design. I am haunted by the conversations I wish I'd had with him.