Leonard, I met you through Judy Collins. She said that not sleeping with you was a regret of her youth. You sang my soul. You sang my angst and regrets. You sang the beauty of prostitutes and the downtrodden. You sang the glory of living and the ecstasy of fervor. Your voice was the glass shards of suffering and the silk of future promise. And your work continues to age like good brandy with new songs even wiser.