The Walkin' Dude.
May 26, 2007:
He died two years ago today. My father burst into my room at six in the morning, crying, waking me up, followed shortly by Joel, crying. We all cried that day. People that didn’t know him cried. Our tears were contagious, our sorrow a plague. I’m sure that even now, the farthest ripples of grief are welling eyes in New Zealand. ( Read more... )
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howdy, frank here - had cheesecake and onionrings last night at the diner w/ mom - matt (and nate) etl al... heard about this and --well --i haven't it in me to be witty after that..
bless you, sir
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