Back to Detroit

I’m off to Detroit for one day, to attend my cousin’s funeral. It’s such a sad thing, even though we weren’t close in age.

Bob was a great guy, who was full of all kinds of odd and interesting knowledge. And he was always willing to listen or offer up honest advice… even when I was an obnoxious teenager who thought he knew everything.

I love ya, man.

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