And Then

Fellow yottabite lurker and good friend Terry Toth (mixtrt) passed away last week.

Since I’m such a fucking chicken, I’ll say here what I wanted to say at his funeral, but had not the balls to do so.

My finest memory with Terry was learning to play the harmonica in the suffocating heat of our office.

The calls weren’t coming, and things were pretty lax. Terry had picked up a couple of cheap harmonicas at Tom Lee’s - one in G, the other in A. We played and played in the office. I’m sure it annoyed everyone, but no one ever complained. We just moaned about the heat and how “the man” made us work and continued to play.

In the end, all we ever seemed to get down pat was “When the saints go marching in.”

The song has played in my head since I heard the news.

Terry you crazy dude, you’d be proud to hear Pink Floyd at your service as I chuckled (then cried a whole bunch).