And sometimes when it’s breezy I feel a little sneezy

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.

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