At the insistence of Father of Uncle Crappy, we went ahead with Saturday’s tailgate. Fred and Ethel took the lead and did an exceptional job. Matlock and the Coochie Doctor went above and beyond their usual contributions and everyone else made sure we were as close to normal as possible.
We had a great time, as we always do. But we missed the guy who is the heart and soul of our Saturday morning parties, and I thought we should acknowledge that in our final ritual before we walk up to the stadium for the game: