Down at the pool hall when I was a kid, I heard some front bench regulars talking about the funeral they had gone to. They said of the fellow being laid to rest that he was a guy who would give you the shirt off his back. I would have liked to think they would say that about me at my funeral, if I was lucky enough to have one. A kid who has lived the life I lived on the river could never be sure of that.
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