Allan Jenkins would have stood out anywhere, but he stood out particularly in the world of corporate communication, and in the International Association of Business Communicators.
As a fearless (and humorous) critic of an often fearful (and humorless) professional association.
As an erudite and discerning member of a fairly middlebrow, milquetoast communication society. (And as a lover of that society, because he loved the best people in it.)
As slightly weird among the terminally normal. (I once saw him wearing some sort of capri pants at an IABC conference.)
As dangerous among the safe, imperfect among the goody-two-shoes, profane among the wouldn't-say-shit-if-they-had-a-mouth-full-of-it, and honest among the mealy-mouthed.
Allan is in hospice care in Greenville, South Carolina.
Who will carry on his spirit?
No one of us can.
Every one of us must.