Mild variants, probably both will be revised slightly, in slightly different ways. Any substantive posts/memoirs I’ll try to add to one or both, as time and my noticing allows.

I wrote a verse about him a good while ago (with apologies to Leigh Hunt), which I present here, slightly edited to praise him:

Abou ben Glicksohn (may his zine appear!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of bheer,
And saw, upon the cab’net with his files,
Making it rich and like a prozine’s slushpiles,
A bheercan standing on a mimeo.
Exceeding fanac made his mind work slow,
And to the presence in his room he said,
“What doest thou?” The vision raised its head,
And with a look that bloodshot was but keen,
Answered, “I write them down who pub great zines.”
“And am I one?” said Glicksohn. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the bheercan. Glicksohn spoke more low,
But cheerily still, and said, “I pray thee then,
Write me as one who pubs his fellow fen.”

The bheercan wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light
And showed the names whom love of Ghu had blest,
And lo! Mike Glicksohn’s name led all the rest!

This should be readable by all.