This picture sums up the feelings I hunt daily and am able to conjure occasionally. Howlin' after midnight, riding those cycles, attending memorial services.
Going to scatter JY's ashes in a few weeks, in Joshua Tree, with any luck. He named his cat Rocket; I felt honored.
Gratitude & humility still the keys.
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yup, I forgot you know him, but he did indeed kick the bucket. blood clot from leg infection traveled to lung, obstructed breathing. I had just spoke with him. We were having a hard time meeting up cuz he was working swing and spending what weekends he could in Joshua Tree. I miss him already, and am glad that I got to work at the refinery for awhile and therefore see him more than most for that time.
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