I had Professor Capista for a poetry class my first semester at university, his passion for the written word evident down to each fly-away hair. Mad-scientist hair, a friend and I marveled. It was a complete joy to participate and write in his class. I always left the room with a sense of fulfillment I have since not been able to reproduce. Even if when the time came for class to end, and I hadn't written anything of consequence, it was still time well-spent, time I would gladly give again, time I am glad to have taken to have read his work.