We had a lovely St. Valentine's dinner at our good friend Erwin's who made a lasagna that was out of sight. Everything was first rate, as usual.
Geri and I went to my dear friend Mike Fabiansen's funeral this Saturday. There were a lot of old friends to see, and a lot of, Fabe, stories to recount. Mike was a man who didn't live long, but he packed a lot of life into his 62 years.
We were roommates back in 85/86. He had a nice house we called., The Emerald Palace, in the hills of El Granada. Man did we party in that place. The reception was held at the restaurant Mesa Luna in Princeton Harbor, where he lived. The food was excellent with an open bar just the way Mike would have wanted it. His sister Joanne did him justice.
We had another old friend, Josh Epple, pass away unexpectedly this Friday. He was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was the owner of the Drew's meat market on Church Street in San Francisco. I know he will be sadly missed as well.
In the immortal words of the late/great Cab Calloway, "Life goes on with me." Ain't it the truth.
The presidents I like the best are the dead one. I need more of those.
That's it.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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