<html class="apple-mail-supports-explicit-dark-mode"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto">Two memories of Dennis (maybe happened, maybe invented)<div>1. The careful, patient way Dennis had of folding up his sticky wall at the end of a gig.</div><div>2. Whenever I trained with Dennis, no matter what time I showed up, he was always already there quietly getting the space and the tools ready for the day. </div><div><br></div><div>Thanks, Dennis — so good to know you.</div><div><br></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">Jim Wiegel</span><br><div>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“…the long work<br>
of turning their lives<br>
into a celebration<br>
is not easy. Come </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 19pt;">and let us talk</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 19pt;">“. </span></p><p class="p1"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 19pt;">The Sunflowers. Mary Oliver</span></p></div></div></body></html>