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Moopah Diaspora

A sure sign that you are getting old, is dreading the phone ringing. My old friend Jimmy died yesterday. A long valiant battle with cancer, a quick down hill, and the usual " peaceful surrounded by family... ". I felt very far away from everything yesterday, still not good at emotions, it was a physical reaction. A weight just came upon me.. heavy on my shoulders , chest, everything, like an instant exhaustion. It was not all that unexpected, but much faster than I thought. I am still at the hating this stage , so I probably should wait a bit to write this.
We were not as close in the last ever how many years as we once were. Happens to most old friends. I moved up here and he went on to do the job, family, Dad thing. But we saw each other when I was in town. He had been sick for a few years, and we did talk openly about it. This is the first time I have lost a friend.

Jimmy and Dickie

UGA GAME w/ Ricky in the back of the truck.

4th Street 1991/2 ish

I think this was his 40th birthday/ Dan

I only went to jail once from his direct actions. There were hit and runs and hit and run again, Athens, Buckhead. A very memorable chemical fueled ride from Athens to Atlanta. Dogs with multiple personalities. He was small and very neat, I was far from either of those. Dances, road trips, the infamous Pickin' Parlor raid of '85 . Figuring out just how much brown liquor he could drink with out us having to go to the emergency room. There was also the great soundtrack. The complex in Vinings where he and Janie met was Atlanta hq for a long time.
It is still very raw. Looks like we are going down Wednesday or Thursday, service on Friday. It will do me good to be with others that loved him as much as I do. Raise a Bushmills or something . And yes, it was hard to write this with out using a certain non family blog friendly phrase, which you are free to add in the comments section, you delicate types be forewarned.