Friends are falling faster than they're being replaced. Uncle Reid was the closest thing I ever had to a father figure. When we had lunch together three or four years ago his hands shook. He moved on to the next level a week or two ago. Now my hands shake.
Dale Wilson passed on two days ago. He was crazy. He was wonderful. He showed me that mildew is always around if you know to look for it.
By the way, Uncle Reid taught me to distinguish '32 Fords from '34 Chevys. I learned when he brought 'round the big guys to love turnip greens, too.
Elvis died when he went in the army. John told us that. Let's all go to the lobby- Ronny reminded us of that. Love, love, love.
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