.55 last night, for a season total of 23.9 inches. Gennie not working today, so internet will be hit and miss. Plus, I have to deal with the loss of Lee, and protecting his estate at the moment.
I will continue with weather reports, including rain received, later, but first, I must acknowledge the death of a friend … Lee Buzzard. For those who knew him, including his family, he could be an exasperating friend, sometimes. The last time I saw him was at the Jade Festival, where he snuck up behind me and grabbed my boob, something he had never done before.We all have so many “Lee stories” that we will tell over the next days, weeks, and months. Lynne and I have spoken of having a memorial on a hot summer’s day, when we can scatter his ashes as he wished, to join his mother, and his favorite dog, Max.
Lee came to Big Sur many years ago, after an early retirement as a labor negotiator between schools and teachers’s unions. He served on the local school board for several years. He lived up at the Nacaraubi for a time, on Willow, Plaskett, and lately on Gorda Mountain.
Lee, I will miss your acidic wit, the twinkle in your eye, when you were plotting some new idea, and that wonderful deep singing voice of yours. I will miss your friendship.