Here are a few more words and photos about Steve McLeod. He specifically posed himself into the hooped picture, and I think he meant for me to share it and the others if the time came. We didn’t speak about that time directly, but he seemed to be intimating it. For the past ten or more years, since so few of my other friends (my age) were left in CB, he let me stay at his house, and we had many a fine feast. I’d cook something good and easy to chew, and I’d bring some decent wine. In fact I was planning on coming to visit him in mid June, we had just exchanged letters about a month ago about good books and such (Ackerman’s “Human Age”, and that book I loaned him called “Eye of the Albatross” – which he planned to give to Ed Johnson after he finished it. At that time I did not have a set date to come visit, so he did not know when I was planning on coming.
I am very sad that I missed seeing him one last time. But I know I will see him in my dreams, that is how the dead people and animals I have loved revisit with me.