A Celebration of Life
HONORING FLORIAN SCOTT HALAZON
July 25, 2010
2:30 pm
Crested Butte Cemetery
Beam me up Scotty
- A Haiku by Alex Major
Salt. Miso. Tofu. Gasmasio. So you.
Boulder. Early 70’s. Green Mountain Grainery.
To die for granola – our initial connection – and then the magic began. Many inter-connections throughout those young hippie years, and then - disconnection. I moved to New York. You went to Japan, Russia, Boston. We both chased our dreams with passion.
Twenty years went by. I built an empire. You build bridges, that connect all the people here today.
Our flight paths crossed again, through brother Bruce Blackwell, five years ago, when we reconnected in San Diego at the biodiesel conference.
Bruce, Willie, Morgan, Antonio and Karen, Dr. Miguel. Our new bio family. Searching for the sweet spot. Producing green by being green. Not an easy thing to do as Kermit will attest to.
After that. Many hours of philosophical banter – on the phone. Trying to work out in our minds and hearts and souls, the juxtaposition between ethics and elusive financial success.
Together in Aspen after your one-too-many accidents. You were never comfortable in your body again. But you knew. That sooner or later, we all have to go.
It is the circle of life – and life is for the living. But the spirit. The essence. Of a person. Lives on forever, reincarnated and manifested a thousand times over.
You are here. I can feel it. Beam me up Scotty. 
