Rest in peace, you old codger!
My memory of Joe was chatting with him after Blotsalot told me he was an old chess champ, had played Bobby Fischer, etc., etc. Joe was telling me about his lovely nursing home accommodations (read heavy sarcasm there) and his being fairly lonely.
My daughters both played chess competitively, and my youngest was/is very active in chess, placing in state competitions. She was about twelve at the time I was first chatting with Joe about it. I asked him in chat if he'd like to play chess with her online, figuring he could use the distraction and he might enjoy playing a good albeit young and still learning opponent. Without missing a beat his response was, "How much will you pay me?" I had to laugh. Here, I thought I was doing him a favor, giving him something to do, and he thought I was trying to scam lessons off of him. How naive of me. That ended that conversation fairly quickly.
In subsequent conversations he explained how desperately broke he was in his situation, and he didn't have much else to offer in ways of making a buck, and I explained we live a paycheck-to-paycheck existence ourselves, and I was not looking to hire a tutor. Next up, I buy one of his books on Spanish to give to a friend and tell him I might buy another for my girls when I have the money. He was sure to check back with me time and again to see when I would be purchasing another. I wish I'd had the funds to help him out, but then, well, you know.
But aside from that, we had some interesting conversations -- which would mostly end up with him being insulted and dropping the connection. He was one of those highly intelligent borderline genius people (I know better than you, and if you can't understand that it's because you're simply not as smart as me) that was too lofty and arrogant for me to allow the full measure of compassion he probably deserved. Sometimes loneliness is a self-inflicted wound.
Still, I will miss him.