I guess I’m kind of weird in that in addition to keeping friends’ and family’s birthdays in my calendar, I also keep note of their passing. (It probably stems from having lost so many to the ravages of AIDS in the 80s and 90s.) Today I noticed it’s been thirty nine years—thirty nine years—since my friend and mentor Kent Kelly departed this planet.
I was set to raise a glass and wax poetic about what Kent meant to me and how he influenced my life, but realized I’d already written extensively of our quirky relationship several years ago, so if you’re interested go check that out. I guess that only leaves the raising of the glass and maybe posting a couple additional pix…
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You’re not alone in remembering friends from the past: what I do is I recite their names every day, and I’ve been doing it for decades.