I never really wanted to like Dire Straits. I never wanted to write tonight’s blog either. My dad’s best friend passed away early this morning. When I say, best friend, I mean, they even went to high school together. They also went on a 1960’s whim of a trip to LA together. This leaves a void in all of our hearts.

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I remember the first Bose speakers I ever heard, were at his house. We drank Natural Lights and chainsmoked and listened to Dire Straits. I don’t remember when but at some point it linked in my brain. You don’t want to have to write these things after people leave. It seems so self-serving. Writers, eventually have to get it out. It isn’t that it makes you feel better, it is just that it you have no choice.

  He once bet my mom some money that he could quit smoking the next morning.  He was beyond tipsy and she agreed, knowing that he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Well, he did, and he never touched another one.  She couldn’t believe it, and then she had to quit, also.

I will miss the place where beers are “cold ones” and my name was always Smashley. I will be sad when this all sinks in. The music will live, music doesn’t go away and it can be all Cadillacs and Cold Ones all in our own heads.

 It is hard for me to think ahead and realize the absence that will loom over the Christmases, the vacations, the weddings…Nothing replaces that in life, and we should be grateful for every single second we get. This really isn’t a post about music. But things never really work out the way I plan them, anyway. David Letterman once asked Warren Zevon what he was going to do, after he was diagnosed with Mesothelioma. Warren told him he was going to “Enjoy every sandwich.” And I think that is what we all should do.