now confirmed by our mutual friend and brother that (unknown to him) i happened to be writing about lolo in a larger work during the exact and somber days he was passing didn’t find out till a month later and only days ago and been thinking about him all week even though and terribly so it’d been years since we’d seen each other we still kept in touch albeit quarterly sometimes went to yearly and then might have just missed one or two of those too it was not for lack of love blame it on geography and each of us refugees of sorts but still and always the bond that other brother calhoun too the same and those two, the most closely bonded years and years and years cal sends word that at lolo’s upcoming memorial or funeral or celebration of life his son is honoring his request to be cremated and mixed with biodegradable glue and made into a cannonball and shot out to sea we expected nothing less from the funboy never one for the mediocre or mundane i hope one day to finally meet his son and that someone at the funeral will play his didgeridoo in his honor maybe son will sound it off loud and proud as the cannon is loaded and fired far, far away i’ll be listening much closer than it would appear ¿remember the rained out rockfest in hidden washington mountains or the halloween you wore a tank of tequila on your back posing as a ghostbuster and out to douse any and everybody or the jane’s addiction show or the super sonic soul pimps for that matter then there was the infamous sonny bono ski run or snowboard drop in off the deck and down the hill to the jump hugging the telephone pole for a landing right out into the middle of the busy enough street danger on on all sides or how your ex-wife thought we were brothers from the same mother and father or was it just the same mother and you were going out with her for well over a month or maybe two before you fessed up and told her otherwise and when i finally finally finally catch up with cal and humongous dougie pain they’ll only have a million more tales each and then some, especially calhoun abrazo fuerte hermano- lolo the funboy lives on
Lolo's cannon ball remains were successfully launched out to sea as his life was commemorated on a Northern California beach yesterday afternoon. Rock the light, Lolo!
Yes, I'm sorry for your loss as well. It's so great to have such close friends and friends we can truly call brothers or sisters and mean it when we do. Been thinking about Lolo all week and surely have memories that will be with me forever. Hope you are having a spectacular Sunday. I really enjoyed reading about B Rover yesterday too 🤩
I read this many times over, because there is such carefully developed pathos is the narrator's growing recollection of this old friend and finally how they once passed as brothers.
There is something so touching about that part and how it lead to an avalanche of recollection. I had a best friend who passed for my older brother, especially when we went to the movies and split the difference when he paid full price and I paid half price as his kid bro. He was 6'2" and I'm 5'5". He passed away too, and ai mourn him almost every day. Thank you for this terrifically funny, and warm-hearted recollection.
Thanks for sharing a great story with deep pathos, Tío. 🙏🏻
Thanks for reading. Lolo lives on. A fantastic guy ❤️
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Sorry about Lolo. I hope that cannon thing works out!😊
Thank you. We'll find out tomorrow :)
Let me know how it goes.
Lolo's cannon ball remains were successfully launched out to sea as his life was commemorated on a Northern California beach yesterday afternoon. Rock the light, Lolo!
Talk about going out in style! Thanks for the follow-up. Nice you could be there.😊❤️
Oh, such friends are the rarest gems. Those we will never forget. 💜
Gems they are. Thanks for reading ❤️
So sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Petrena. He was a great guy and one of a kind.
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Yes, I'm sorry for your loss as well. It's so great to have such close friends and friends we can truly call brothers or sisters and mean it when we do. Been thinking about Lolo all week and surely have memories that will be with me forever. Hope you are having a spectacular Sunday. I really enjoyed reading about B Rover yesterday too 🤩
I'm sorry for your loss
I read this many times over, because there is such carefully developed pathos is the narrator's growing recollection of this old friend and finally how they once passed as brothers.
There is something so touching about that part and how it lead to an avalanche of recollection. I had a best friend who passed for my older brother, especially when we went to the movies and split the difference when he paid full price and I paid half price as his kid bro. He was 6'2" and I'm 5'5". He passed away too, and ai mourn him almost every day. Thank you for this terrifically funny, and warm-hearted recollection.