Just got my box of Wildcat, and it just looks awesome. Kudos to Ramon and Dave McCaig on a stellar art job.
Morbid musing, I suppose, but that's life:
Ran into an old friend while in Wichita. His mother died of cancer ten years ago, when he was in his twenties, and he was one of the first people I happened to run into back when my mom was diagnosed about a year ago. He shook his head and said, "Your mom's the only one who always has your back. When my mom died, I realized I'd have to pull myself out of trouble alone from now on." Amen to that. I'd feel that way if my mom had passed away when I was seventy.
My brother-in-law's father died of cancer a couple of years before my mom did. His father and my mother were probably the two most reliable people in the world. This weekend he said, "Man, why'd your mom and my dad have to go? We kind of needed one of them to stick around. Now we've got to be the parents."
Cancer sucks.
