“Grandpa died last week And now he’s buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he’d lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.” –Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again by Bob Dylan

I promised myself that once I got this up and running, my first post would deal with this topic. I learned a lot about the value of life from someone who valued it none. Grudges only have as much importance as you give them. What’s the point? I still remember the good times. I wouldn’t be who I am today without those experiences. I learned how to fly and I learned how to fish. My blood contains trace minerals found only in the waters of El Mar Bermilio, the Sea of Cortez. It is truly unfortunate that some things had to happen the way they did, but that’s the way it went. So long. (and thanks for all the fish)