Very true... and also the life Alan and Tonya could have enjoyed together.
He and I weren't what you might call "close" - he had his friends and I had mine - but still we were roomies and did things together all the time.
I keep thinking of the movie "Flight of the Intruder", where Morg was killed by a fluke shot. It was just so damn pointless...
Anyway, thanks for the poem (a great one which I had not read before), and all of your kind thoughts.
I really need to rummage through my basement and find the picture of Alan with his arm around Tonya sitting in the back of my Datsun pickup. We were all heading out to the sand dunes at Hazard Beach (South of Morro Bay, CA) for a picnic or something.
The weather is suppose to start clearing up beginning mid Tuesday and hold till at least Sunday.
Take care.
DB
Bump.