So I found out tonight that a guy I know died last night. 43 years old, father of two, non-smoker, casual drinker, from a salt of the earth family. I've known this guy since I was 13 years old, his father gave me my first part time job that year. I played hockey with him when I was a kid and later as an adult, lost touch when I moved away from Toronto until I found my eight year old son playing with his eight year old son last season. His dad came out to just about every game last year, remembered me and my dad from all those years ago. He turned 81 the week before his son died and is still paying hockey and softball.

I really don't know what I'm saying here, other than he is the first guy to go from my generation that I've known at all, and if I were God or the devil I'd have picked many people I know before him.

Sorry, a bit of a disconjointed rant. I've had a few drinks thanking God it wasn't me, missing my firend and feeling for his 9 year old son, his widow, his daughter and his parents.