I received the call this morning that one of my old buddies had punched his X dot out last night.
It occurred on Halloween night they estimate. I had last spoken to him last month and he had no clue who I was,or about our past.
I had tried to remain in contact but could not close the miles as often as I needed, I don't know if it would have helped.
The last few years he had lost his mind, was living in a run down house no electricity, water or heat. No one cared for ol' crazy Bob,a family had long ago left him. Just an occasional visit from a Sheriff deputy doing a health check was it.

Crazy Bob, a name he was labeled with when we were students.
RIP Crazy,
for Bob.