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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