My friend Jack Thorpe died this fall.  He would have been 65 today.  He died back in October, but I only learned of this in the last few weeks.  My contact with him had dwindled along with his health in the last two years, despite the ease of texting.  The last text from him was in May as we bemoaned the worst defensive play in recent memory and Pirates’ history.  After that, no replies.  There’s some irony in a man who took such glee in maligning my laudable Irish ancestry leaving my world with an Irish goodbye.  

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