Me and my friend Earl sang "We Just Come To Work Here" at the Killed and Injured Workers Memorial ceremony in our small town last year. We didn't do a heck of a good job, but I sent an mp3 of it to Harry anyway. He said he got a kick out of it and sent me a CD of some of his songs.

In my email to Harry I had referred to Earl as a local shit disturber. "Shit disturbers are my kind of people," Harry replied. In my mind, that's his epitaph.

RIP, Brother Shit Disturber.