I have loved you for 46 years, dear Leslie. It is devastating to think that you no longer exist in the same world as I. Years ago, I was fortunate enough to see you in concert—1977, I think. You made me believe in magic and fairytales. Ones where 13 year old US girls could fall in love with and marry a 21 year old Scottish boy, and live happily ever after. Well, I’m 59, now. I have a Ph.D., am a college professor, and have been married for 30 years. However, somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind and certainly my heart, I think I still hoped that fairytale could come true. That is the sort of effect you produced, Les. Now that you have gone, I will continue to see you in my dreams. Much love and devotion always, dearest.