Speechless

Total weirdness.

I just spoke with one of my bestest buds on the planet. He's currently sitting in the Stapleton Airport in Denver waiting to go through the terroism check-point (boarding) that is now the fact of air-travel here in the U.S., to fly back home here to Nash-Vegas.

He's been to Denver for the funeral of his older brother's kid, who took it upon himself to do the O.D. thing with the big horse. I'd met the kid years ago, he seemed like a good kid, but the Lord only knows what demons any one being can be dealing with.

Sometimes at a funeral you're given the task of being a spectator, maybe delivering the eulogy, or participating as a pallbearer. My bud was given the job of playing on the guitar during the ceremony the departed's favorite tune (a Kenny Wayne Shephard blues number). He rehearsed it here with me at the Old Dickson Post Office on Sunday evening for a bit.

When we spoke an hour or so ago he seemed to be still in total shock, as am I. When he called me on the phone to tell me the news of Colin's passing last Saturday evening I just told him I had to get off the phone now, I can't talk.

And I couldn't. Still can't.....