The trevails and pettiness of life tend to fade in importance in the light of certain events. Ten days ago a friend of mine entered the hospital for the final act in a battle with cancer. I went to the hospital a couple times this week to bring him the NY Posts he always enjoys reading and the decline over just three days was marked. On Friday, Paul Dean told me his affairs are in order, and he is appreciative of visitors but wanted me to tell his friends not to visit as he is not up to it.
Saturday, his nephew came over to Fort Pearl with a pair of vintage Schultz and Dooley steins made famous by Utica Club in 1960s advertising. I was told Paul wanted to make sure they were in a safe place. This morning I placed them in my office.
They will be safe there.