He moved to Seattle, where he took up art direction for the theater and had a fairly impressive career. I recall that he did a Hamlet at a theater in Houston, pictures of which he showed me on one of his trips back to Wisconsin to see his family. I was on a solo camping trip in the Canadian Rockies one time and got pretty sick with giardiasis. I called Tim in Seattle and asked if he would be able to put me up while I recovered, which of course he did. We spent a week together then.
Friends fade in and out of each others' lives sometimes, and that's what happened here.
Then he was no more. In Paris, he took my friend Paul and me to an Algerian restaurant where we had great food and flagons of some very heavy red wine. Both Paul and I got fairly ill from overeating couscous. After his return to the States, John, by nature skinny as a rail, had no reserves at all when he got sick. He went very quickly.