And though we drank our health a thousand times; it’s time to ramble on
It is with a heavy sigh that we have to say farewell to our resident wanderer Wes Garrity. He has moved north to find new territories to explore and truly we are poorer at his leaving. The same—and not the same, who sat beside us in the first class carriage, on the train to Marwar Junction, three summers and a thousand years ago. Much like an integral part of a machine that has been running for years suddenly missing a crucial gear, the environment that we have enjoyed had Wes interwoven in it both as a valued contributor and as a dear friend. Here in we simply wanted to mark the departure and the end of an era. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo up to Pismo. He, like many others, was one that made this city and it’s people better for knowing him. And yet it should be noted that in the midst of our sorrow, this leaving takes place in the shadow of new life, the sunrise of a new world; a world that our beloved comrade gave his life to protect and nourish. He did not feel this sacrifice a vain or empty one, and we will not debate his profound wisdom at these proceedings.
Of my friend, I can only say this: of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most human.
