“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”

"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

In Memorium

 Bob, or FarmDad as he blogged, was a distant friend. 

I don't mean distant, like "oh yeah, we know each other." More that we lived across the country.

Having similar interests and some common background elements, we met online through the various bloggers we had in common.

We never met in person, for which I regret my failures to not make it happen. Bob had always made it abundantly clear that if I was ever in his zip code I had an open invitation to visit - but, one excuse or the other kept it from happening.

He was always there with good advice. Laughter. A kind shoulder. A wealth of experience. Great perspective when I needed it from someone outside my immediate circle.

Today his family and close friends are gathering in Colorado to mourn and celebrate his life. 

I'm sorry I don't have better words. Sorry I can't be there to lend support. 

All I can say is - Bob met every definition of a Western gentleman, and was someone to emulate and be grateful for. 

I'm glad I knew you sir, even remotely. The world is a lesser place with your passing.

Be at peace.