Farewell, Friend
Time moves forward. You don’t really notice, but it never stops. I’ve got some gray creeping in my beard, and lately when I bend down low to lift something really heavy, I make this noise I don’t ever remember making. Apparently I’m getting older but my brain still thinks I’m in my 20s and immortal. So when I got a phone call on the early morning of May 22 telling me my friend and coworker of 10 years, Pete Trasborg, had died in his sleep a few hours earlier, I really wasn’t ready for it. I’m not gonna eulogize Pete here—he wouldn’t like that. But I am gonna use this opportunity to get the last word in on a buddy who I normally allowed to get the last word. For those…