Author Tony Horwitz is dead at sixty. He collapsed while walking, a lesson to us all that we know neither the day nor the hour of our exit from this Vale of Tears and we should always be spiritually prepared. He was the master of the history travelogue, combining history with modern interactions as he traveled from place to place where historical events occurred. I greatly enjoyed his Confederates in the Attic (1995), although it did have the usual Gorillas in the Mist quality about it, typical when liberals write about the South, although Horowitz, born in Washington DC, did have more sympathy for native Southerners than most contemporary writers. My bride was the true Tony Horwitz fan, enjoying several of his books. He died while on book tour for his latest tome, Spying on the South, in which he follows the path of Frederick Law Olmsted’s journalistic travels through the South in 1852-1857. Horwitz leaves behind a wife and two children, and my utmost condolences. All historians realize that we will be part of History, no matter how small a part, and Mr. Horwitz’ role in that unending play ended far too young.