Another funeral, today, for Justin Weiss. The room was full of friends and students. First funeral I’ve ever attended in which people laughed.
Sandy prepared a shrine for Justin: a five-card straight flush, several New York Times crosswords done in pen, golf clubs, a Jack Daniels gift box, a folded American flag.
They gave me a clear plastic jar with a red screw top. Inside that jar is the most valuable thing ever to enter my possession.
Now, I have a delivery to make.
But first, tomorrow, we catch a plane back to San Francisco.
