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All I Want To Do Is Howl...
I'd just put the picture of Russ's grave up onto my journal and found that
beastbriskett is dead. As the tears run down my cheeks, I remember the two occasions I met Greg. I'd wanted to meet him for a while, having had favorable reports from Russ's visit. I met a sweet guy and we went to see the koalas at San Francisco zoo. And did the sightseeing thing. Basically, spent a pleasant day finishing off with burgers with Hoody. I saw him again last November. Obviously, since then he'd been sick, but I was still made more than welcome chez Beast and Hoody.
And now he's gone. Physically, at least. Hopefully, his web presence will keep him near to us all.
Greg, I know there was an ocean between us but I'm still going to miss you.
Hoody, If ever you're over this side of the pond, please look me up. Steve and I woudl love to host you.
So long, Greg. Happy trails... xxxx
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And now he's gone. Physically, at least. Hopefully, his web presence will keep him near to us all.
Greg, I know there was an ocean between us but I'm still going to miss you.
Hoody, If ever you're over this side of the pond, please look me up. Steve and I woudl love to host you.

So long, Greg. Happy trails... xxxx
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In spirit form, he wants us all to be happy tonite. But it ain't all that easy.