It was my Uncle Ted who died. He made his family a big pot of soup for supper, enough soup so there would be enough to eat the next day. Then he went to bed and never woke up. That’s how it goes, I guess.

I’m just heading home from the service and whatnot, sitting here in my car at the secret wireless zone on Route 10. I’m debating if I should go to the Queen’s County liquor outlet and buy a bunch of booze or if I should take that precious dough and send away for Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable on amazon.com. Well dammit. I think might have a bunch of vodka tucked away somewhere up at the house.

Turns out I own some nice clothes that I never wear. Pants, nice shirts, a couple of neckties. I think I might start dressing up from time to time. For no reason, and without having to wait for a funeral to do it.