The story of throwin' the keys to your ailing brother really got to me, my friend. What a great way to remember him.
May these joyess moments of his life soon be the overriding thoughts and memories of his family and friends who he touched while he rode amongst us.
My condolences,
Dwight
Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)
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