I don’t remember this on time every year, but I remembered this year.
At some point I will write this all up because it’s an interesting story, at least to me, even if also a bit train-wrecky. But for now I’ll just mark the date.
And in April he will have been gone for eleven years. He would have been 55 today.
I’d say I’ll have a drink for ya, Eds, but drinking and car life don’t mix, I’m afraid. Hope you’re finally happy, wherever you are.