So long, Mark. We had fun working in Louisiana, didn't we? Worked hard, played hard. I remember laughing at you the day after you missed the last ferry back across the river and spent most of the night on Bourbon Street. And you probably laughed at me because I didn't know how much alcohol is in a hurricane and it was hot and I had had no lunch when we stopped for one at Pat O'Brien's that first time we went over to the French Quarter.
There's a reason motorcycles are called "donormobiles".
I'm sorry for your loss. Sounds like a fun friend.
ReplyDeleteMy condolences on your loss.
ReplyDeleteSorry indeed. And my prayers for his family
ReplyDeleteSorry for your loss. Remember the good times!
ReplyDeletei'm so, so sorry.
ReplyDeleteRev, Bob, ML, NFO, Laura - Thanks. We weren't close, but we worked together and he was just one of those people that was just always there. It's stunning that now he's not. Getting rear-ended on a motorcycle is way different from me getting rear-ended in my SUV.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your loss.
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