Last month I wrote obituaries for three close friends, a fourth died the same week as the other three, all unrelated.

Just got word another ridiculously close friend lost the battle with lung cancer just now. He was an incredible college athlete in football, basketball, and baseball; a commercial fisherman for over thirty years; raised three incredibly self-reliant kids (including my favorite "friends' kid"); and simply exuded competence.

He retired to Molokai just a couple years ago and got to enjoy too little of it.

He said he did not understand playing with fish... he liked to catch them by the ton... and usually did...

I may not feel any better in the morning...

Being my friend has a poor track record lately... I might suggest another tack.