My old boss passed away the other day, no I don't know all the details yet. It doesn't matter a great car guy has gone. I have mixed feelings about him but we are all flawed creations. Who am I to cast stones.
It is hard to believe he is gone, he seemed a force of nature.
When I told him about me he did not recoil in horror or retreat into machismo disdain. For that I will always be grateful. If his reaction had been different I would have significantly delayed my transition.
I worked with him for a decade, travelled together across North America, waited in airports, rental cars, froze and sweated an countless film shoots.
He was a larger than life character as I think you can tell from the lead photo, he will be greatly missed by all who were lucky enough to be his friends.
I hope he is somewhere where the gas prices are low and the speed limits high. Long may you run.
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| The Big Guy at the wheel of my Corvette last season at Cayuga |
Whether you believe in Valhalla or not (and I sincerely hope there is an afterlife) it is not for the dead to worry but rather those left behind to reflect on life.
I am happy that I no longer look at my life and despair, I have miles left to go but I am oh so very glad I am here and did what I needed to do.
Hugs,
April
