Friday evening I was sitting out on my deck with my across-the-street neighbor Jac, and Jack, my next door neighbor’s cousin. Jack had driven up from southern Illinois that day to spend some time with them. We sat on the patio, had a couple of beers and just some guy talk. A couple of hours later Jack passed away from a heart attack. I like to think that he enjoyed that time on our patio. I’ll miss him. He lived a long, good life. He was in subs in the Navy during WWII. We shared stories from our naval careers. Yes, Jack, I miss you.
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