I went to high school with a young man named Eric. I'll withhold his surname, because he lived and worked as a missionary in some very sensitive areas of southern Africa, from the worst days of the apartheid civil war to the social and economic collapse of more recent times. He made enemies as well as friends, and I wouldn't want the former to seek to harm the latter. Eric was a good man, and did a great deal of good for others at a time when far too many people were seeking only their own good, and dealing out whatever it took to make sure they got it at anyone and everyone else's expense.I learned yesterday that Eric died some time ago. Sad news, and it brought back memories. We both enjoyed Johnny Clegg and his group Juluka, so I've been listening to some of their songs, thinking about my friend. I thought I'd share a couple with you. They go a lot deeper than surface listening, as anyone who's lived in Africa - the real Africa, not the tourist traps - will tell you.Godspeed, Eric.Peter