John Gittins died 6/24/2000. Born in Harrisburg, 
                Pennsylvania, he lived most of his life in Chicago and Houston 
                before moving to Acapulco in 1994.
                
                I first met John in about 1979. He spent many years working with 
                his good friend, James Allen, of James Allen, Inc., a manufacturer 
                of essences, candles, botanical products, gift items, etc. 
                
                Together, they built this business from the ground up, starting 
                with a one-bedroom apartment that they used to dry flowers and 
                make various items from them, including their biggest seller, 
                potpourri.
                
                Early on, they got the flowers, mostly roses, from the dumpsters 
                of florists who had to throw them out because they'd outlived 
                their salability. 
                
                I was peripherally involved, helping James with programming on 
                an Adam computer using a color TV as a monitor, with tape only, 
                no hard disk. We then moved to the IBM PC platform, and I wrote 
                a lot of code in dBase and Clipper to help out.
                
                Originally from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, John had worked for 
                the Japanese Consulate in Chicago for 12 years, and spent much 
                of his life engaged in travel and literary pursuits. His voice 
                was very similar to Dick Cavett's. 
                
                Some of his passions included a travel, a great taste for fine 
                restaurants, witty intelligent people, and a great appetite for 
                reading.
                
                I can't count the number of brunches, lunches, and dinners we 
                spent together. We traveled to Acapulco together a few times, 
                and I last visited him in Acapulco in April of 2000. At that time 
                he was fit, tan, healthy and very happy with his genteel lifestyle. 
                The house that he'd bought was just lovely, with a pool, and the 
                back garden was set atop high cliffs over Acapulco bay. The view 
                was breathtaking!
                
                All his favorite art objects he'd acquired over the years was 
                there, along with many book cases holding his literary treasures. 
                
                
                The house was as he was -- fastidious, precise, civilized.
                
                He was also a member of our book club (founded in 1989) for a 
                couple of years, and hosted us a couple of times at two of his 
                favorite Italian restaurants. 
              He always had something new and insightful 
                to bring to the discussions, and was admired for his zest for 
                life, and incisive, sometimes biting wit.