Friendships like the one you and Mark obviously had are definitely a blessing, Pat, and it hurts like hell when they end, doesn't it?

Last year I lost a buddy I had known for over sixty years. Like you, we frequently did not see eye to either. In fact, one of our little "differences of opinion" turned into a fist fight. I guess we were about nineteen at the time. I also guess I'll admit that he kicked my tail.

Anyway, I think about old Bob Taylor frequently and (nearly) always with a grin on my face. Fortunately we tend to keep the good memories and the bad ones get lost.

Condolences,

Jim