This blog is dedicated to my friend, Roland. He was actually a friend of my girlfriend. But I still considered him my friend as well. He was extremely funny, very talented and a really nice guy. He liked to make up new song lyrics to popular songs, which is something that I’ve been doing myself for a dozen years now. I love that kind of sense of humor. (You have seen that side of me in the caption game.) He has a lot of great stories that make me laugh when I think of them. I can’t repeat those stories here, due to the TOS. He played the trumpet in swing bands. He’s also played at the annual Jazz festival in Sacramento. (That’s big, when you have that gig.) His knowledge of music was quite impressive. I don’t quite understand exactly what happened, so some of this is probably not quite right. But here it goes. He had been suffering with heart problems, diabetes and poor circulation in his legs. He went in to have a procedure on his legs. With a tourniquet on his leg, they injected something in his leg. They took the tourniquet off too early, and it allowed the foreign substance into his blood flow. It killed him almost instantly. He was just shy of 32 years old. I didn’t know him long. But in an era of when it’s difficult to meet new friends, and my older ones are always busy with their children, you realize that you can really use all the friends that you can. Even though he was my girlfriend’s friend, I did like him. One thing that’s really bad, is that because my girlfriend and I had recently broken up, I hadn’t seen him in a while before he died. This Monday will mark the two year anniversary from when he passed away. Wherever he is, I hope that he’s in a jam session with the greatest musicians in history. He’d love every minute.
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