That’s a great portrait to remember him by.
Yesterday was good weather, so I rode up to Levon’s place in Woodstock. Was quiet there, I guess they’d taken him to a hospital (Kingston, perhaps?) so he may not have gotten to spend his last hours at the home by the swamp.
And decided to have a last look at the Big Pink house, too, a couple of miles away just off Stoll Road. It’s still there, and still pink.
Had music from The Band and Levon on for the whole trip.
So long, Levon. You had a great life and did things your way. God bless!