He fought the good fight -


Sarah Palin is my lover
My condolences Ron.
Although tough to do, the good memories should prevail to help you smile rather than hurt.


- but sometimes, even though you've won some battles . . . you can still lose the war. And so this Saturday I'll say goodbye to a friend as he is laid to rest. Afterwards we will retreat to his lake house that he loved so dearly. I'll pass his humidor, run my fingers across the top as I make my way to the rear porch overlooking his view of the trees, past the yard and down to the boat resting at its dock. I'll have a smoke and drink in celebration of his life . . . a life full of family, friends and the finer side. A self made man, I once asked him why he just didn't retire and move to the lake house. He laughed, "every time I try to" he said "they just give me insane amounts of money to keep doing what I do." We laughed. I admired him.

And sad I will miss him, memories will make it hard not smile. His wit, humor . . . infecting laugh . . . and to watch him dance with his wife - man, Fred Astaire had nothing on him.

Rest easy now my friend . . . I know there is a space reserved for you . . . there just has to be . . .

Great story, Ron. My condolences to you & his family. This really makes us realize how much we should enjoy every day. Sounds like your friend did just that.

Take care.



mr. mom
Condolences on losing your good friend. It appears he will live on in thoughts and memories of many people who love him. One can not make a much greater impact on the world than than that. Peace.


Elder Jungle Leader
Thanks for the notes everyone.

The memorial service Friday verged on the edge of a roast . . . great humor as he would have liked it - but it was hard not to mist over with the bagpipes wafting through the walls.

Today we laid him to rest - and harder it was not to wipe an eye as the bugler played taps and the flag was folded.

Later there was the food, Irish toasting, more drinks, lazy smoking by the dock, kids and dogs playing on the lawn, boat rides around the lake . . . his kind of afternoon.