Ley (he always spelled it that way) and I were best friends in the weird days of college and I have so many wonderful memories of him although some of them don't make a lot of sense. Ah, but we had fun. He had the first banjo and first 12-string guitar I ever saw. But beyond all that, he was a man of strong principles -- he thought out what he believed and acted accordingly, never backing down. I was in awe of him when he married Jere Siefert and went off to built a self-sufficient farm in the Maine wilderness. We talked about the milleneum -- New Years Day, 2000. The sun first hits the United States on the top of Mount Katahdin and we made a pact that whatever we were doing, we would get together and watch the sunrise from the summit. I did not know he had already passed away in the fall of 1999 and I agonized about that pact. 54 years old and out of shape, there was no way I was going to be able to reach the summit of Mount Katahdin in the middle of the night in the dead of winter in Maine. But since I thought he was still alive, I was certain that he would be there. And, I suspect, in spirit, he was. I hope it was a great sunrise, Ley.
Mark Cowell
Ley (he always spelled it that way) and I were best friends in the weird days of college and I have so many wonderful memories of him although some of them don't make a lot of sense. Ah, but we had fun. He had the first banjo and first 12-string guitar I ever saw. But beyond all that, he was a man of strong principles -- he thought out what he believed and acted accordingly, never backing down. I was in awe of him when he married Jere Siefert and went off to built a self-sufficient farm in the Maine wilderness. We talked about the milleneum -- New Years Day, 2000. The sun first hits the United States on the top of Mount Katahdin and we made a pact that whatever we were doing, we would get together and watch the sunrise from the summit. I did not know he had already passed away in the fall of 1999 and I agonized about that pact. 54 years old and out of shape, there was no way I was going to be able to reach the summit of Mount Katahdin in the middle of the night in the dead of winter in Maine. But since I thought he was still alive, I was certain that he would be there. And, I suspect, in spirit, he was. I hope it was a great sunrise, Ley.
Mark