When my phone rang early yesterday morning, I saw that it was Fastman calling.

I figured he was going to tell me we got hit by a bad storm, or that I had a flat tire on my truck, or maybe there was another fox in my yard. I was totally unprepared for the news he had. John was supposed to have more time.

I called him last week on his birthday. We talked a bit about his health, but he really wanted to know if I'd been catching any fish, killing any turkeys, or finding any mushrooms. Hell, he was more concerned about whether the ants had re-infested my house.

I'm fortunate to have spent many days with John. As Iifid said, the memories are pouring in now. Some make me laugh and cry at the same time. They'll always be there.

I miss you, my friend..........