... of sterling silver up to your room, or that early breakfast you, Greg and I had talking about the hobby and future shows. I think that was in 98... and then the following year as well. I remember when we were all playing at that Roulette table and stealing the chips while I was trading colors with other chippers right in front of the pit while they were scratching their head wondering what was going on... and you were pumping the $25 machine trying to see who will hit first; you or Greg. Fond memories.

This is gonna be a hard one for me to cope with... death has always been that way with me. It's so sad.