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We were sitting outside Small World and this random lady walking by just kind of instantly fell for Logan

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Logan was a talented food artist, a genuine chef.

He understood and exemplified the culinary crassft by cooking with utter passion and creating beautiful dishes, actual works of art.

Another great chef referred him to me, and he went from cooking a 5 Star Thanksgiving comfort meal to a Southern style brunch with creamy grits and buttery biscuits, to a meaningful Christmas dinner he hand delivered to a news station so I could be with family.

He took his craft seriously and personally.

He would cook the right way, not cutting corners in flavor development or presentation.

His heart was big and sensitive.

He cared for the dishwasher’s well being, to the business owner he worked for...he had your back in the cooking trenches.

There were times he skipped and missed a couple of work beats, but he always came back to prove himself and to cook amazing food.

We will miss his talents, from his beautiful cheese and charcuterie boards to his delicious pickled veggies and bordelaise sauce, to his great moustached smile.

What a true chef, friend and brother to me and many...keep on truck in’ on the other side!

-From: Laurel Timms (Logan's most recent boss)

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Women loved him. Men admired him. Was he the most interesting man in the world? He was my little rascal cousin. I met "Lincoln Log" in the late 80s thanks to my stepfather. He visited for many of the usual holidays and sometimes came for extended visits during summers. He was a goofy kid with boundless energy. He had one the most admirable qualities of making you feel special. Not many people can do that. He had a thousand interests and I watched his talents grow as he got older. Personally, I was always struck by his talent with a spray can. He had a gift. His art was not the average graffiti you'd find on the street. I found him practicing constantly. He'd find a stray notebook and doodle with a pen for hours. He'd mark up walls everywhere we went. (The owners of those walls may have been upset, but Logan couldn't help himself, and I always loved to see it.) As adults we lived in Charleston at the same time and I got to see some of what he was practicing for. Huge murals that screamed of a deep talent. Beautiful and intricate works of art that weren't often seen in lazy tourist towns in the South. He took that same energy into all of his interests and talents. He was more somber one on one and yet you could still see that internal fire. When he wasn't sketching, he'd pick up a guitar or try and stir up an interesting conversation about art, music, photography, whatever. It felt like he wanted to make the most out of his time here. He couldn't sit still and he craved connection. As I got older I realized how unique his love of family and friends was among my peers. He seemed to come alive when we were all together - like he had won a prize, he bubbled over. He poured love on family and friends in ways that others couldn't or wouldn't. Yes, a lot of people with his disease are looking for numbness. That's not Logan. He wasn't afraid to feel or to connect. He was a people person. The habits around his disease offered him greater connections with more people. The pandemic lockdown was probably one of the hardest things for him, because he couldn't be with people the way he always has. I wish he were here. I wish he were healthy. I wish I had tasted his cooking like some of you out there - you know who you are, you lucky bastards!

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Family visit July 3rd 2016 - "Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees. Going where the wind goes. Blooming like a red rose. Now come on over sweetly, ride out singing, 'I got you in the morning sunshine'. Sunshine daydream now come on over daydream." -Grateful Dead

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Logan made this for mom and me when we went to visit him at The Farm when he was a chef there. He always spoiled us when we went to visit him at work and he was one of the most amazing chefs I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing food with.

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May 10th 2014, this was six years and one day ago. Logan took me to a garden in Napa to show me all of the herbs, vegetables and plants that chefs in town use in the garden. Here he is smelling an herb and telling me all about it. He was always a teacher and filled with passion for food.

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I’ll always remember Logan as my little cousin. It’s funny, you grow up, get older, and still picture people at a certain age, picture yourself at a certain age with them. I think maybe that’s why family is so important, reintroducing us to those real parts of ourselves, real relationships. To me, it’s that eternal summer afternoon, where the colors are so vivid, the sun so bright, and the most important thing is what is happening in the very moment.   

                When he was younger, Logan to me was a cool kid, a skater, and had a different perspective than I did. Where I latched on to one type of music as ‘the best’ he was more open to different ideas, and how they can be combined together. He helped me reflect a little, and not take myself quite so seriously. Ha! Logan was energetic, and even mischievous, but always very sweet.

                Logan had a way of creating lightness when you spoke with him. He had an enthusiasm for life, and you knew he had a genuine interest in you when he talked with you. When our granddaddy passed, I was very sad. In talking with me then, Logan lent to me this lightness, and brought me back to the present time. When I mentioned something about how it was good that he had traveled a long way to be there, I remember how he said “this is my family” in a way that stuck out in my mind so clearly. It was pride, but also a compassion and caring for others. It takes courage to be that receptive to emotion, and to me, Logan was open.

                Most of all, I will remember his sense of humor. During my brother Drew’s wedding, Johnny, Jamie, Tait and Logan and I were out in the parking lot after the reception. Logan had picked up a radish from somewhere, and had the long, wispy end of the root in his hand. He slowly placed the radish up to his chin, and stroking his ‘beard’ took on the persona of a kung fu master, uttering, so seriously, so slowly, ‘It…….Is…….Forbidden….”

Logan was great, because he would come out of nowhere with thoughts that would knock you out of wherever you were, and remember to enjoy things, enjoy life. I will remember Logan as a thoughtful, creative and caring person. May he be at peace, no longer in this world, but forever in our hearts.

Love,

Dan

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That grin. Logan’s smile and his laughter were infectious. I first met him when he was 4 years old. I remember so clearly talking with him as he perched forward from the back seat of Jamie’s VW, his absolute delight coming through as he talked about his Transformer toys. As he got older we bonded over music. Driving him to the skate shop one Saturday afternoon, that same enthusiasm, that grin showed up as he said, “You’re going to live Jurassic 5 and Tribe Called Quest” He put on their music and I did love it. He asked, “Can we turn it up?” I said, “Of course!” We spent many hours over the years sharing and listening to music together. I gave him one of my acoustic guitars and he got the hang of it quickly. One night in our living room he played and sang and I thought, where did that great voice come from? There were many silly times with Logan- he and Lucy jumping up and down on the bed laughing hysterically. And a family vacation to Yellowstone, with Jamie gripping the wheel of the car, saying We are going to get to that gusher no matter what- both kids tired and cranky from the long drive. We spent many summers at our family reunion in Maryland, Logan reveling in his bond to his uncles, aunts, cousins and the rest of our family. Logan was not only a lot of fun, but so insightful, loving and kind. He had a special sensitivity, a unique gift. This is just so hard to write. It’s just so sad.

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Logan always brought smiles into the room. He always had this amazing love of life, people, and places. As his father, I have so many great memories of him. Teaching him to play hockey, to skate board, to ride a motorcycle. We would motorcycle across Los Angeles with him in the sidecar to picnic in Griffith Park. We went camping in all the California National Parks, often stopping in Las Vegas on the way. The smile on his face the first time we went over 100 mph in Death Valley.......”Faster, Dad, faster!” he said. As he got older, his interests changed and grew, and his love for family grew also. The annual Family Reunion in Maryland was a time for all of us from my Dads side to gather, play, eat, swim, fish, talk, laugh, and eat again. So much family! So much fun and so much love for all of us. As a young man, Logan struggled with life, and its challenges, but his beautiful spirit was still there. I will always keep him in my heart, and will miss his presence in my life.

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I will always remember all the great times we had growing up together . He was funny and confident and we had so much fun. I wish I would’ve maintained a relationship with him as we got older. Life moves really fast. I love my old friend and I miss him a lot. Stay strong Alex , Lorraine and Logan’s family and friends.

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