Rest in Peace Joe Szot.
I met Joe with my buddy Joe Mucci a few years back while climbing in the Dacks. Joe has a climbers flop house called "The Bivy" He charged a few bucks a night for a place to crash upstairs, a kitchen to use and a wood fireplace to dry your gear out and sit next to in the cold New England winters. And yes, the first night was always free.
He was the master of the Rollies, was the first person to call me a reptile and gave me my appreciation for the Talking heads as he had all the albums on tape playing in between GD bootlegs. It was a frekin awesome place to stay and always a great party. I just wish I made it out once in the summer for his famous memorial day partys throwing TVs off the roof and blowing up the sky with fireworks.
Dam, this sucks and I hardly knew the guy.