Leigh Swenson

Last week I received news that my childhood friend, Leigh Swenson died. He lived across the street from me, we raised homing pigeons together on my grandparents farm, and generally got in trouble together. He had a way of bringing things like that out in a guy. I hadn't seen him in 20 years, but I knew him to be a man that never got cheated by life. He lived every day at a sometimes terrifying pace.

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