O Captain! My Captain!
My phone almost exploded with texts and alerts at around half past six on the evening of June 8, Friday. I was in the middle of watching that forgettable Han Solo solo movie, and … you know that feeling of dread that comes over you when suddenly, in the space of minutes, your phone starts lighting up and buzzing incessantly? I really feared that it would be bad news, and I was praying, before I mustered the courage to peek at my phone, that it wasn’t anything about my family or friends. It wasn’t. But it could have very well been, as all the messages were the same. Total shock, and sudden grief, from so many people, about the passing of Anthony Bourdain.
None of us had ever met him, but he seemed as close to our hearts as that charming curmudgeon of an uncle we only saw during Christmas. That lovable rogue who always took the road less travelled, led by the rhythm of a drumbeat only he could hear. The impassioned, imperfect, inspiring man that we all idolized the most.
It’s been over forty days, but I still am amazed at the overwhelming sadness we all felt that day, and how we still feel the loss up to now. It couldn’t have been just his books or his shows. Whether you were a chef or a writer or simply an avid follower, he made us laugh and he made us love. His words, on the page, flowed; but more than that, they resonated, and that’s why we read his books again and again and again. Surely, through No Reservations and Parts Unknown, he encouraged us all to travel, but more than that, he taught us to live, and truly appreciate, and enjoy the journey of life.
I can honestly say that this magazine you’re reading, much less the show that it’s now led to, would not be here today if not for Anthony Bourdain. I’d like to say that I am his number one fan, but truth be told, we are all, his number one fans. We shall all miss him dearly, and greatly.
Thanks for everything. This one’s for you, Tony.