I was on the road when he passed. He was always on the road. West Helena, West Virginia. The only southern root of The Band. A gentleman, first and foremost. The voice of many GREAT songs. A man who truely walked the walk. He looked you in the eye when he talked to you. I knew him. Both Danny and I had spent time with him in Woodstock for a few Midnight Rambles. I always brought food. You had to and I was happy to do it. I loved him. Goodbye Levon....Bound For Glory.