Shortly after I put together my last, lengthy post, I found out my cousin Brad died. He was a few years younger than me, and had been fighting a nasty cancer with courage and toughness, but he finally succumbed. We weren’t close, really, but he was a good guy, and the world’s a lesser place without him in it.
Off to the funeral. Lord, I loathe funerals. It’ll be a wake for this ‘un when the time comes. Loud music and free beer. And no crying allowed.
