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I met Len Sassaman on June 23, 2000. He struck me as arrogant, prideful, and quite probably right on a lot of things. Some say we had a lot in common that way. I never quite knew what to make of him.

The last time I spoke to him was in January 2009. We had each made choices that meant we were unlikely to ever again meet except as adversaries. He’d made his choices and I thought they were exceptionally poor ones. I’d made mine and he thought likewise.

Len committed suicide yesterday by hanging.

I am more broken up over this than I thought I would be, and at the same time I’m almost curiously unaffected.

I don’t know how to explain it.