You know who I'd really wish had hung around long enough to be photographed with a copy of Matt's book? And who could have given us one of his snorting and leering but right-to-the-point comments about it, good or bad, probably heavily influenced by how his day was going, and what he might have had in his glass at the end of the day, to celebrate having made it through another one....
Amazing how much I miss The Old Watusi. And I think he'd have liked the book.
Yes, I know... behind me stands a platoon of dead folks, friends, relatives, and comrades from years past, who fell by the wayside as I strode through life.
I look back, and there they are, dim in the mists of memory, but still following along with every step I take, smiling those old Go To Hell smiles from times good and bad and hard.
God's own Son couldn't get off this world alive, so I guess we can't expect any better... but I have to run- got a terminally-ill Mother-in-law to go & check on this morning, dogs to let out, cats to feed. Reality calls...