I remember feeling upset waking from a dream in 2013 in which I had found out Lewis Baltz had cancer. It was just a dream, no relation to fact as far as I knew and it had ended on a note of relief in that Baltz had turned up (in an airport, I think it was) and he was smiling and relaxed and well which made me very happy. I was sent a link earlier today to a final interview, the intro revealing his death from cancer and emphesyma on November 22nd 2014. Dreams are good practice runs but the surge of grief was difficult even so. For a little while I could undestand why fans of silent-era film legend Rudolf Valentino supposedly took their own lives upon news of his death. I would sometimes google to find a contact address for Baltz, despite not having anything to say to him but 'thank you' ...and... 'thank you' and, well, I didn't know what I'd have to say if I had found a contact email address for him, and maybe ' thank you' actually was enough. B