I met Arch Brown in 2002, in Los Angeles. He had flown me there to accept an award from his foundation for my play, "Candy & Dorothy." Arch was in poor health then, but he was raunchy, grouchy, funny and generous. (He told me I could order room service since the foundation was paying my expenses out there, but "don't go crazy with it!," he barked.) He gave me a grant for the play, gave me a socko intro at the LAMDA Awards in LA, later gave a production grant for the play when we produced it in New York in 2006, and then produced the play himself in Palm Springs a few years later. He came to New York to visit a few years ago, and I had lunch with him and some friends. He was irascible and hilarious and full of plans for his theater and his work. That was the last time I saw him.
Arch had come from the first post-Stonewall generation, and supporting gay and lesbian artists and writers was his passion and his joy.
He passed away - peacefully, I hope, without pain, I hope - on Labor Day in Palm Springs.