“There is so little to remember of anyone — an anecdote, a conversation at table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long,..”

– excerpted from Housekeeping, by Marilynne Robinson

Eric “Scott” Klein
August 6, 1951 – October 5, 1989
Childhood friend, soul mate, fellow traveler…

Photograph above taken at Walden Pond early 1970’s