I couldn't think of anything to write when Gary Gygax died. Still can't. The man changed my life, but you know that. That's why you're here. He did the same thing for you.
So instead, I'm going to do something. Yesterday, I started mapping the first level of a dungeon. I'll have at least three levels finished by July 27th, so I can celebrate that day with a small expedition.
With any luck, it'll be ready for play long before that. I'm still committed to the Traveller game for the remainder of the semester, but I'm hoping I'll get a chance to do some solo gaming on the side.
Because somewhere in this yet unmade dungeon is a room, with a plaque, or an engraving, or something else of that sort, and it reads, "In memory of Gary Gygax, Dungeon Master." It's not enough, but it'll have to do.