March, 1972; at the Cohen family’s ‘ranch.’ 
In 1997, at our 25th reunion, insisting to Jamie that the bar be set high, we worked to configure our relationship to be about who we both are, and not about what we know, or who we know, or do. Our relationship became man-to-man. And this was a ‘no brainer’ for us both too. My deepest memories of Jamie flow out of the hearts’ meeting this transformation evoked.
The cosmic cowboy phase thus came to a close. (envelope from 1974.) 
Synchronistically, yesterday, I ran across the following lines from Anthem, by Leonard Cohen, found in an article about Elizabeth Edwards and her values.
You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
