Re: Passing of a friend.
Your post sucked the breath out of me. Not quite the same, but very close.
Read your post and squirted tears. We'd sit in my motor home playing cards: YOU CHEAT!! No he didn't. Chess? He'd womp the hell out of me, and I was pretty good.
Next morning back on the river fishing. At least there, we were 'equals.'
I did the cooking, he washed the dishes.
"“Reputation is what the world thinks a man is; character is what he really is.”