So many memories flood in…Here are a few
Helping Linda care for the horses and looking outside to see a scraggly new guy, an ordinary sight, but this guy has a Don Quixote grin and is walking with a horse behind him. Les is wondering if there might be a place for Josie to relax at the farm.
Les as a Tipi mate…Eureka had been up to his favorite pastime of licking cows’ noses and gotten a cut on his leg in the barbed wire. Brian and Leonard had decided that they could sew it up efficiently, after all that’s what a vet would do. Several weeks later Eureka went to the vet with a larger wound and was given a cast that went from his shoulder all the way down his leg. We were told it had to stay on for several weeks and we had to keep him from running and pulling it off. Sure!! Daytimes were not too bad, but the nights were hard, listening to him trying to bite it off. Leonard had taken a part time job at night, washing dishes for our evil counterpart S.A.G.A. (the university food service) and I was in charge of Eureka. Les would promptly appear each night to help care for my charge, regardless of what was going on with the group. We’d talk and laugh about all things trivial and serious while taking turns keeping a hand on that cast. Pup Dog was generally there keeping watch as well.
The Monogamy Talk…It was a hot summer afternoon at Jory’s home in Corvallis. We were laying on a cot or something like that, on her porch shooting the breeze when Les decided that he wanted me to help him learn about being monogamous. After I stopped laughing, I realized that he was very earnest about this and attempted some reply. How do you explain to a free spirited bird how to be a wolf? We talked for a while and then slowly dozed off in the heat of the day.
Reunion chat…Hadn’t seen Les in a long time and wanted to reconnect with this “new confident person”. Humor had always worked so I decided to give it a try. I was teasing Les about his “Rock Star” image and how hard it was to believe that from a scruffy potter and artist rose a successful entrepreneur. Les gave me that wonderful grin and said… I couldn’t help it Sharon. I’m a N.Y. Jew and it’s just in the “genes/jeans”. I really didn’t try. It just happened!! I told him that my drawback must have been that I was from Brooklyn and he Manhattan. After that all was good. The next morning we were having breakfast at a wonderful restaurant with a large amount of choices. I felt overloaded. Les came over with his bagel and lox and laughed at my identical choice. I guess, he explained when you get overwhelmed you just go back to your roots.
Your roots are with your family now, dear Les, may your spirit fly free!