OG

Larry came up to me one of the first years (of the 13) I attended. I think it was 2000 or 2001, maybe earlier. We were atop a large art piece, looking down, out onto the Playa from above, watching people mill around like ants. He was wearing his hat, of course, and we had an amazing conversation. He spoke to me gracefully and casually about the magnificence of what we all were creating. There were only 5000 or so people that year, back when you could stay on playa several days after BM was over, feed the remaining straggling strangers who quickly became family, and really talk. His mystical air of humbleness surprised me, as I thought he was the coolest guy ever to create this home for us, and thus expected more ego. Nope…super graceful. I remember feeling a little bubble of Larry warmth around me all Burningman. Whatever year it was, I remember standing (pretty much nude in public for the first time, wearing a pink wig and a hat and some boots..) on top of bales of hay between the Man’s legs, back when one could do those sort of things (before he got so big) realizing I had found my true home…so, thanks Larry….you were a game changer for so many blossoming humans…