Sunday, May 24, 2009

They buried old Fotheringill the other day..dead, you know.

Well...I did admit that I'm a procrastinator. I was honest about it. It was roughly two years ago that a fellow from the neighborhood whom I had just met gave me the URL for the website of a local RC flying club. This was something I'd been interested in for years but never really pursued. Searching the site, I saw the name of a man I had had several connections with in the past. He had been a pharmacist at the drug store I worked in while I was in high school, and about 15 years ago, I became his father's cardiologist. I saw that he was an officer in the club. Since that time I had been saying to myself: Self, let's call Stacy. He'll teach you how to fly. I thought about it again this week and was truly getting closer to doing it. Unfortunately, while reading the paper yesterday, I saw Stacy's obituary. Another life lesson learned.

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