Les and I rode the same school bus to Dripping Springs ISD. His house was at the beginning of the morning bus route and my stop was soon thereafter. Les and I talked almost every morning. That is, until one of us got a driver's license. He wrote a lot of prose and poetry in those days and although I was looking at it through my teenage filter, I remember that much of it was very good. We would talk on our way to school about his poems and what they meant . He would write the final draft on a notebook page, then, like many authors, write below the verses his name and the date. It was like a trademark for him. Once, in Spanish class, he showed me a page on which he had written the words to Paul Simon's "I Am A Rock." At the bottom he had written, "I Wish I Had Written This" and the date. He often comes to mind when I hear that song.