I am thinking of, and missing, some who have passed.

My mother’s mother, especially poignantly for some reason this last month, and the love of her life.

The love of my life (four-foot division):

Jonathan “Basketball Jonathan” Montague, a street fixture for decades in Berkeley and a frequent visitor at the Ecology Center.

Bill Stack, who took me in as a teenage drifter and taught me how to play guitar.

J.

The two tortoises killed so far by construction at the Ivanpah SEGS site.

Pete Valentic.

Maddy.

Judi.

My elders in the political and activist world: Jake Kramer, Charlie Haynie, Ed Powell,  David Brower, Hazel Wolf, Harriet Allen, Frank Cedervall, Dave Dellinger, Igal Roodenko, Jim Peck, Mitch Snyder.

No grandiose conclusion here, except that I am privileged to have known them all and more than them, and I am grateful, and I wish that I could talk with them again.

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   Bill 2010 11 02 at 6:48:40 am

   It sounds like they, in some form, speak to you every day! We are all lucky to have known those we have lost.  Thanks for the reminder on the day before my departed mothers birthday.