Hi. I was at Manchester in 1985. Do you remember how a guy went down to the front to take photographs from the edge of the stage and when the bouncers didn’t move him, a whole lot more people went to the edge of the stage and Leonard came over and shook hands with people?

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. (Leonard Cohen) Thank you Dear Leonard for the words of seemingly infinite meaning from your soul in which we find a resonance that opens our eyes to beauty. For lovi...