Terry lived next door when I moved into my home on Flora Street in 1990. We quickly became friends and wound up collaborating, professionally and as volunteers, on a variety of endeavours.
In 1994, we drove to the alternative Woodstock gathering on Max Yasgur's farm. It was one of the rare occasions we spent together that was purely leisure, at least for me. Terry brought his arsenal of flyers about PepsiCo's collaboration with the dictatorship in Burma. I can still picture him sauntering though the woods, oblivious to the music and party scene, glowing because he convinced a soft drink vendor to take anti-Pepsi stickers. (Like several other targeted companies, PepsiCo did eventually withdraw from Burma.)
He was ahead of the curve, throwing himself into issues like Burma, MAI and Y2K preparedness before most people had even heard of them. At times, when I found myself spending all my time on my business and none on volunteer activism, Terry's example was an inspiration to tack back in the other direction.
Terry's selflessness and gentle good humour shine through.