We each had a beer for you at Hofbrauhaus today, Pfundi. It would have been better with you there with us physically, not just in spirit. (No pun intended.) We both remember you fondly, as well as look up to the sky with a shaking fist at what could’ve been prevented. I think you would’ve liked the crab boils and and crawfish boils. You would have had us out on our bikes much more often than we are. And AK would’ve dragged you Happy-Gilmore-ish hindend out to golf a lot more.