Met Larry up at Sweetwater, as well as Mark, the brother of a friend of ours from high school. Even though it's been about 12 years or so since I've seen him, he hasn't changed a bit (well, he did shave the dreads he'd been trying to grow, so there is that!).
He just got back from New Orleans where he was helping restore an old house that belonged to the guy who first brought ice to New Orleans back in the 19th century. I couldn't imaging NOLA being without ice. That place is hot enough as it is, I'd hate to have to drink my hurricanes at room temperature. Or daiquiris. Egads, man, banish that thought!