I just saw in my hometown newspaper, that one of my dad's good friends had passed away. It slapped me in the face. It's kind of odd because in the past week or so I had a dream about being on vacation and running into this old professional beer drinker. That's an affectionate term that I created for my dad, him and a handful of others.
It said he died unexpectedly while on vacation. Simply sucks.
He was an old story teller that I hate that I'll never hear a story from again. I haven't seen him in over 20 years, but he's the type of non-family uncle that would simply be happy to see you. Just fucking sucks. I'll be drinking a few cold ones to the old professional beer drinker.
RIP Hal!

















