Well, we gave him the type of send off he wanted last night . Just the people that really knew him well . We had an old pic of him and his scooters that was taken back when film was black and white and we had it blown up into a poster. He sat at the head of the table and we told stories about
his life all night. Lots of drinking and food and stories from friends. I know he would have had a good time too , but , perhaps he did .
If we would read the secret history of our enemies,we would find in each mans life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.