Old Fool is gone. He died last fall, apparently after a stroke, and his last post took 45 minutes to write three times as many words. He was a long generation older than I, an interesting man who took some advantage for an interesting life. We had few things in common – added a few emails – and didn’t agree on everything.
No more scrounged bikes, no more well told stories of being a younger man not so impressed by his shipmates antics ashore, hell, no more stories at all.
But he is gone and I miss him.