Thanks guys. Just got home. I've had WAY too many grown men crying in my arms lately. (Make your own jokes.) I think Dylan/Hendrix had it right. Life is but a joke. I hope with every fiber of my being that there is something better on the other side.I think I've told this story before but maybe not. Mrs. SLB didn't hear it until last night for the first time and she knows, well as much as she needs to, pretty much everything about me.When I was 13 I got this dream job at a baseball card store. I was in there all the time and I knew my ####, mostly, I wanted to make money. So he hired me on to help him out on a part time basis. Needless to say, there is a lot of down time in such an enterprise so we talked a lot. His outlook on life was that we are in hell now and the only way we get to move on was to be good otherwise you keep getting reborn into this world. Sort of Hinduism I guess. The place wasn't close to my house so my Mom had to drive me there. So when I got my license I would pop in from time-to-time to say hello. I stopped in when I was 17 to learn he died of a heart attack. This guy, Bill, wasn't overweight or anything in the least either. RIP brother Bill. More and more I think that he was right.At the very least, when I left my GB's were laughing. I can't even tell you what I said, I was on autopilot. At least they got to laugh today for a little while.

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