Prone to quoting Yeats and waxing eloquent on the merits of Guinness, LeFon always struck me as a sort of renaissance man that young men aspire to be but can never really achieve – full, vibrant and accomplished. It seems rather banal to say I looked up to him, but it’s true.
On this Memorial Day, I fondly remember our friend.
Retired, but still serving, as it were.
Fair winds, old friend.