I did an auto-import from my old phone, but it brought over too many addresses from a previous job, so I was going back and taking stuff out. One of those names stopped me: Ryan Kennebeck. I never met Ryan. I published one of his stories, and we exchanged a couple of unnecessary but sweet emails that kind of made it seem as if we had met. A month or so later he emailed again to say that a collection of his short stories would be coming out on a small American press the following year, and I promised to review the book. But Ryan was dead by then. So far, the book has not come out. I know where at least two of his stories are, and I’ll post links to them. Read them, and you’ll know why I didn’t press delete.