I met Warren in the early 70s and we have been dear friend since. We had lunch together on the day he died. He was just the vibrant and fun loving Warren. We were neighbors at The Gravel Pit in Paradise Lake in the 70s. A commune filled with his now old friends. Almost every evening was filled with string band jams around the woodstove. What a dandy way to end a day. And the outpouring everywhere northwest a dandy way to end a life filled with love and compassion and music. I called Warren the bear with the heart of gold. Often his heart was so engorged with love of life and friends that it would just overwhelm him. Tears of Love. My favorite image of Warren is when he would become so involved with expressing his passions that his face would turn red and the spit would fly when he talked. It still amazes me that I never got wet. The man had a way about him that was as gentle as the breeze yet as overwhelming as the whirl wind.   

To Warren, we end with an early quote. "Give me one of everything you got and too much of it please."