Yesterday, I thought of an old friend I had not heard from in several years. For some reason I decided to do an internet search of his name, and low and behold I found a long, and well written obituary from a couple of years ago. They had a great pic of him, I strongly suspect his daughter wrote the obit, it was very long, and I'm sure expensive to publish. She was an editor/contributor to a well-known magazine based on the west coast for many years.
He was more than a friend, for a year he was my partner in business. We had hung out for several years and decided to go into business, we had a good run at our little business. A situation developed well beyond our control that necessitated ending our venture. We ended owing no one with hardly anything on the books owed to us. We had many adventures together, all up and down California both in the valley, and along the coast from Santa Barbara to San Francisco. He was a friend of our family in general.
Probably thirty years ago, maybe longer, he started kind of withdrawing from staying in any one spot for more than a short while. He gravitated from northern California to Colorado and beyond. He owned property in several places and liked to drift.
The last time I saw him was in the winter of 2006, he came by our place, and stayed all night, but was up and gone the next morning when I got up to get ready to go to work. We thought nothing of it, because that's just the way he was, one minute he'd be there, the next he was gone. I spoke to him a few times by phone after that, but never saw him again. I felt more than a little guilty last night after reading his obit, that I had not tried harder to reach out to him. He lived a good long life, he was thirteen years older than me, and died just a couple of months short of his ninetieth birthday.
Goodbye old friend, it was my distinct pleasure to have known you.
TD
He was more than a friend, for a year he was my partner in business. We had hung out for several years and decided to go into business, we had a good run at our little business. A situation developed well beyond our control that necessitated ending our venture. We ended owing no one with hardly anything on the books owed to us. We had many adventures together, all up and down California both in the valley, and along the coast from Santa Barbara to San Francisco. He was a friend of our family in general.
Probably thirty years ago, maybe longer, he started kind of withdrawing from staying in any one spot for more than a short while. He gravitated from northern California to Colorado and beyond. He owned property in several places and liked to drift.
The last time I saw him was in the winter of 2006, he came by our place, and stayed all night, but was up and gone the next morning when I got up to get ready to go to work. We thought nothing of it, because that's just the way he was, one minute he'd be there, the next he was gone. I spoke to him a few times by phone after that, but never saw him again. I felt more than a little guilty last night after reading his obit, that I had not tried harder to reach out to him. He lived a good long life, he was thirteen years older than me, and died just a couple of months short of his ninetieth birthday.
Goodbye old friend, it was my distinct pleasure to have known you.
TD
