Jeff Felshman, a Reader contributor, staff writer, and irreplaceable friend, passed away today. It was unexpected. He was 52.

Once we wrap our heads around this we’ll be posting a collection of his stories. He was a true generalist, writing about local characters, criminal justice, single guys’ apartments—his brother-in-law Lewie. I assure you, it’s only a small percentage of the stories he had to tell. He knew more crazy yarns than anyone I’ve ever met, and he had an uncanny knack for stumbling on new ones. I’m heartbroken he won’t get to write any more of them.