Saying Good-Bye to a Friend

I mentioned we lost someone close to us - so it got me thinking about MF. MF was the coolest guy ever. He taught Judge how to tie a hook on a fishing line, how to swing a golf club, and he recited poems to me. We talked politics, laughed, and enjoyed each other - and his presence is definitely missed. We went down to Columbia, TN for the viewing and funeral, and we stayed at the Polk Motel, a place I've wanted to stay at for years. Here's a couple of shots of the sign that I liked. The court at the motel:
"50 Beautiful Units"




Miss you, MF. It's just a shame that you went so early.