Papa Pilgrim was a visitor to my home  several times although 
never when I was there. He would call me  and let me know when
he was coming through Reno on his way from Salt Lake City to 
Sierra Nevada World Music Festival or some other event.  I 
would hide the key under the Buddha by the door and he would
make himself welcome. He always said he enjoyed himself. I 
loved having him grace my home and felt happy that we trusted 
each other enough to have this kind of interaction.

Papa Pilgrim gave me support when I was nervous about starting 
my business. He always had time for me at the other end of the 
phone when I had a problem to solve. He was a mentor to me. I 
will miss him and yet I feel happy when I think about him, even 
now.


Kaati #111