SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA

"What's happening?" I can almost hear you saying it still, through the receiver, your typical greeting. My gawd, you were funny. You could pick out something in a person and go on for hours about it, and have everyone within ear shot spitting out their noses in hysterics. You were smart, to a point where you aggravated your best family friend by making school look/seem "so easy." You impressed your peers - and rankled them, by coming in as a senior and making the varsity team at the local Catholic football factory without having played the preceding 3 seasons. You spoke Spanish like a native. You loved this time of year. Yeah, you got crotchety and you couldn't leave the 60s behind, and that Bill O'Reilly stuff got old in those last years, man, really old. But you were a good guy. You made people laugh, and laughter eases stress better than anything made by Pfizer or Upjohn. You were loved. And you are missed. Wish you could have been here today, for number 65. It looks like another keeper from this vantage point. God Bless you my brother.