I remain devastated. We talked of many things, had lots of laughs. We both loved the same things. And we marveled at the cultural divide between Canada and the USA.

This, of course, will seem obtuse to some but an odd angle to others.

Ian, thanks for the laughs, the memories, the scene in Wakefield, and our problems with hearing. I still would take your place buddy, your work for the deaf was more important than my ground down silent pain wrought miserable days.

I will do my best to pen my ode to our rivers and dreams. I miss you, you wit and day to day joie de vivre, I wish we had had that chance to take the steam train in the evening, I so love hearing it echo through the evening light, chugging back to Ottawa, the lights in the cars glowing in the valley as the whistle died and decayed, so mournful and plaintive.

John Conley
Musica est vita