Thursday, February 6, 2014
I remember the first time I met George. I heard this loud rumbling outside my building. I looked out and here is this leather dressed hoodlum getting off his Harley and heading for my door. I thought he must be lost. Then he came in and smiled and said he was here for his blood to be drawn.
We became friends. Over the years no matter how bad or good things were we always made each other smile.
I will miss your smiling face. Now you can ride that Harley whenever and wherever you want.
