Hey, regular blog readers. Nate, one of the last great mensches, died recently. I talked about it here. His family is struggling with the usual funeral and memorial expenses, and a little help would go a long way.
If you have a moment, the money, and the inclination, please check out the GoFundMe page for my buddy Nate’s services.
Ben–if it’s unclear from the photograph–was one of the most extremely (and uniquely) ridiculous people I’ve ever met. Yesterday, Ben died.
The details are unknown at the moment, at least to me, but Ben was home at the time. Of all of my friends, Ben is the one I never thought would die at home. He’d go in a balloon crash, or on white water rapids, or in an accidental brawl at a Norm’s with some Hell’s Angels. Ben would end up in a cabin in the woods, and the authorities would discover he’d been battling zombies all night with nothing but a bottle of Jack Daniels.
His cowboy hat would, of course, be found fully intact.