Here’s one from the next generation-

Living in Tucson with my Mom and Les  4years old I went to a preschool on 4th avenue.

As the bell rang at recess I was around the corner with a girl friend (always loved the ladies)

We came out and everyone was already in class so I led my date out through the front gate where I was tall enough to reach the latch and down the block to the corner store to buy us some Candy.

When we came back the teachers were looking for us worried and took away the candy.

Les picked me up from school on his motorcycle that day and when he heard the story he laughed and we sat out in front of the school on his motorcycle eating the candy together like true rebels. I remember him being in shorts and a tank top and no shoes as he always was.

Every memory I can think of, Les was the embodiment of cool.

Les called me Frog head and I called him Turkey Brains.

One day I found a blank check at Unicorn sprout company and I asked if I could have it.

Les wrote the check out to frog head and took it to the co-op across the street with me and tried to cash it.

Fly High Les! keep wearing those short shorts and tank top!