Another year passes....

It's been 6 years since Pappy left us, and it still leaves a hole. This pic is from one of our last family outings--to Olde Towne in Orlando (I think for my 50th birthday, actually)--and it exemplifies him in his element.  There's a sign at the bar behind him says that all firearms must be deposited with the proprietor--not this guy. Always the Rebel.  Grossi was in this shot, too, but I cut it--will put hers up in November.  It was ironic that I saw Murray Goff last night for the first time in 6 years, and only just thanked him properly (well, almost, but at least verbally) for the wonderful job he did at Pappy's service.  The universe has a sense of humor, thank God.  We will always miss you, Waldo!