The Smallest Minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. - Ayn Rand
Last night, me, my lovely Iris, and Denny a.k.a. Grouchy Old Cripple, dined together at a fine Kemah establishment.
Much of the night was spent reminicsing about Rob, his life and times, and yes, his end.
The wine and whiskey flowed, the laughter was loud, and heartfelt.
Rob was with us, of course, as we were there for among other reasons; raising a small hell in his memory.
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Of all the people I read, he was the first one that I had wanted to meet.
Unfortunately, I never got the chance.
I still browse his archives and his stories still make me laugh.
I was thinking about him the other day. I miss the cranky bastard.
Just damn! First there was the Heller earworm ("The Last Train to Clarksville"), now the Acidman's memory will haunt me on this toasty weekend.
I wrote a little something about Rob over at RNS, as a comment to David's post about this one.