Death paid another visit to my circle this week – an old friend long ravaged by MS finally “slipped the surly bonds of earth,” which are words from his obituary. I hadn’t seen him in quite awhile, but we spent many, many hours together: baseball, rock and roll, and girls.
Almost like a Springsteen song, and we sure listened to plenty of those together.
There are many, many songs to commemorate his life; he loved Dylan, Neil Young and Bruce, among many others.
But one night while we driving around, this came on the radio, and he instantly bonded with it.
RIP Mick, you finally found your way home.
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