I met the legendary cartoon producer-mogul circa 1993, at a gallery opening during the height of the collectible-animation-cel craze. He could recite every Tom and Jerry short scene-for-scene, but had trouble remembering the titles of some of the TV series that had come out under his name. (Hey, I’d have forgotten any past involvement with Inch High, Private Eye and The Funky Phantom, let alone Scrappy-Doo.) He also sighed about how he and everyone he knew wanted to get out of L.A., and mentioned the possibility of retiring to the Northwest. He did nothing of the sort, of course; until almost the end, he was still pitching projects and working as a consultant to Warner Bros., even after the conglomerate changed Hanna-Barbera into “Cartoon Network Studios.”