Charlie Johnston
Larry, you and I shared some wild times. You separated from your SO and we lost touch, not knowing whose side to light on. I had not talked to you in well over a year, and thought to talk to you on Thanksgiving, only to find out you were gone. You were a unique individual: talented, curious, creative and fearless, with a rare generosity and humor. You kept an old guitar propped up behind the foyer door for me to play when we came to debauch ourselves for entire weekends, and we would belt out the Bob Dylan catalog. We are equally devastated and ashamed for letting you slip away. Happy Trails, Larry.


