Last Call, San Francisco

If I had my choice of what, or whom, I could grab by the tattered sleeve and pull from the grave, it would not be anything over the loss of which this blog has previously lamented.

It would be my friend Jesse Morris.

I wonder if he knew how much he would be missed, if he would have changed his mind and stayed.

The world is emptier without you, Jesse. I hope you’ve found peace.

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