What a sad shock.
I’m not on Facebook so I’m writing here.
Despite all the years that have passed Les will always be a big part of\ the fabric of my life. Our commune was such a curious thing. The closeness and in such a crazy environment.
Just this afternoon, before seeing Leonard’s email, I was walking with my daughter Rose (Les‘s daughter’s name also, I think) and she brought up her upcoming teaching job in Indonesia. She jokingly talked about the perils of salt water crocodiles and I immediately brought up poisonous snakes in Arkansas and the time Les, Rick and I were coming back from checking out the ‘James Taylor Place’ (the old homestead we ended up living in for the summer) and saw our first copperhead in the road, the dirt county road. We were so pumped up by the locals about how dangerous they were we all said ‘kill it!’ and Les drove back and forth over it squishing it. (looking back, sadly). Nevertheless the point is, Les springs right into my mind at any moment. I’m going to miss not knowing when he might suddenly show up in Santa Cruz and stay a few days, go out and have a beer with me, whiling away the afternoon chatting down by the yacht harbor. Last I knew, at the reunion, Les planned to stay ‘forever forty years old’. I hope you were and still are successful Les.
I’m not on Facebook so I’m writing here.
Despite all the years that have passed Les will always be a big part of\ the fabric of my life. Our commune was such a curious thing. The closeness and in such a crazy environment.
Just this afternoon, before seeing Leonard’s email, I was walking with my daughter Rose (Les‘s daughter’s name also, I think) and she brought up her upcoming teaching job in Indonesia. She jokingly talked about the perils of salt water crocodiles and I immediately brought up poisonous snakes in Arkansas and the time Les, Rick and I were coming back from checking out the ‘James Taylor Place’ (the old homestead we ended up living in for the summer) and saw our first copperhead in the road, the dirt county road. We were so pumped up by the locals about how dangerous they were we all said ‘kill it!’ and Les drove back and forth over it squishing it. (looking back, sadly). Nevertheless the point is, Les springs right into my mind at any moment. I’m going to miss not knowing when he might suddenly show up in Santa Cruz and stay a few days, go out and have a beer with me, whiling away the afternoon chatting down by the yacht harbor. Last I knew, at the reunion, Les planned to stay ‘forever forty years old’. I hope you were and still are successful Les.