Marty, man, at first I was mad you took off without saying goodbye. You know we all admired and loved you, your hackery, and yer uninhibited play. You looked happy that last day when we saw you; we're still painfully confused that you left so soon. Thanks for giving us so much while you were here -- you were so very "here." I snagged a few old Emails you had sent us that made us laugh. You know I've still got orange spots on my ceiling from when we sprayed my hair the color of yours. I look at them and wonder if this world was meant for you. Thanks for changing it the way you did.

If anybody wants to come by & share Marty stories, please do --

Roz