ludlow ogden smith


Luddy could make anything work—my life—the car—the furnace—the this—the that. Carpenter—mechanic—plumber. It was great. But mostly—from the beginning—he was—what shall I say?—he was there. Whatever. He was always there. As no one. Well, how can I describe to you my relationship with Luddy? He really was close to me. He was like Mother and Dad. He was there. He was like breathing. My friend. I could ask him anything. He would do anything. You just don’t find people like that in life. Unconditional love.