The spark was more in his eyes then in our mouthes. He painted words into such colorful mindscapes. Populated by beings as real as I. I never heard anything but joy back lit in his voice. It was like every day was his first date. There are some people who just know the proper path. He was a teacher, by example, every day. Tonight, I will raise a glass to his Lewisness. I feel a little empty this day.