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In the Midst of Life We are in Death Etc.
Yo, world. Byrnes here, tired but happy and maybe a little sad, too. Yesterday I attended the memorial service for Sam Martin, my ex-father in law. Sam and I had our differences (if you call essentially being at each other's throats over the affection and attention of his daughter/my wife differences), but I think both of us realized that we were cut from very much the same cloth.
We both drank heavily. I stopped. So did Sam, but took it up again. So far I've been lucky. Sam was a man's man, a scoundrel, a philandering gypsy with a child like twinkle in his eye and, for all the trouble he's caused for family and friends throughout the years, it was wonderful hearing everyone talk about him at the service yesterday. Except for the hired preacher going off about Jesus ('cause that is, after all, their gig), everyone had a 'Sam' story, usually revolving around Sam doing something to aggravate them, but all these stories were told through smiling lips and bright, teary eyes. Most of us were glad that Sam wasn't hurting anymore. I showed up to be near my ex wife Lynn, who has put up with far more than her share of nonsense from both Sam and me. We talked, I offerred to help clean out Sam's house later this week. I felt it was the least I could do.
Regular readers know that my life has been something on the order of a slam squaredance lately. (meaning I'm getting beat up by doing what others suggest), and hearing the news about Sam gave me a little perspective and has almost stopped me from whining. Things are good. I'm not dead. I have a car and, now, a job. Not a great job, but not bad for an aging punk rocker on the prairie. It will pay the bills. Soon. Life is good.
Wanted to touch base and share whatever it is I just wrote. I'm working graveyards and have had about 5 hours sleep out of the last 50, so I'm gonna go now. Howard, thanks, yeah I did figure out the login problem. Danged Library computers. Hope to post more soon. More reports as events warrant.
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