I just was sorting through some slides I took in the Paton's livingroom. Gordon Bok is changing strings and tuning up. Glen Jenks is on the couch picking. There's that great and cozy wood panneling and all the warmth and wonder that has always been a huge part of Sandy and Caroline's Folk Legacy oasis with the Bok carved Green Man logo on the wall. And added to that are the peach center sundown extra blood-red enhanced lighting that light bulbs cause on certain film's emulsion layers when you use outdoor film inside for lack of knowledge or another roll. Then, lurking and listening and partaking without saying much, but always present and a huge part of the whole gestalt----is LEE HAGGERTY sitting there and nodding his approval like a cat with it's motor running -- sublime and content, either from Gordons's singing or just enough brandy that particular evening---but still VERY contented like Laphraoig used to cradle me before I had to quit drinking. Lord, I could almost hear Lee's big laugh and even smell the smoky peat.

These are my thousand words that I needed to use in order that the single photo (or 3) be translated into this all too inadequate verbage.

And the newly retired Jerry Rasmussen and his wife Ruth are due here tomorrow with two of their buddies from their church. Jerry is probably trying to call here, so I best get off this thing and let the call come through. But Lee still lives on in my head and I'm simply amazed how important his being here in my life has meant to me. Much more than I'd even realized.

Art Thieme