Quick post.

Grandpa died on Sunday night – Mothers Day. He was 95, and he got every last drop out of his life. I’m happy whatever snuck up on him Sunday took him instead of making him suffer for some undetermined duration. He was only in assisted living for a month, and aside from the inevitable symptoms of the heart deterioration he left pretty peacefully.

This weekend Maggie and I will fly to NY to celebrate the man, indulge in convergent family, and so forth. A very capable session bassist here locally will be performing in my place on Friday night.

I will report back Monday or Tuesday.

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