Velociworld

Death and Mayhem in the Town Square

It is a savage world, Intrepids. Flynny's service station friend was brutally murdered last night in an act of despicable barbarity. Senseless, evil. I hope they catch the bastard and Taser his ass to death in a series of apprehension accidents. It is unnerving and appalling when such violence visits your little slice of heaven.

Flynny spoke to me about it today, and we talked about the attachments you form with your local merchants. The people that take care of you day in and out, and who are salt of the earthers who largely go unheralded, but are a vital part of your daily existence. She was quite moved, and eloquent, although her post is even more so.

So it was when I stopped at my local wine and spirits merchant today, and learned he had died of a massive coronary. Trust me when I say he was an integral part of my world. A retired Navy man from Boston, who shared much enthusiasm and joy with me over the last few years, especially when the Bosox won the World Series, and the Patriots won another Super Bowl. All I can say is Ron died the happiest of sports fans. I'll miss our conversations, and his unbridled joie de vivre.

Local merchants. The corpuscles of the body economic. They really do become a part of your life. And a terrible hole is created when they are gone.

To Brandon, Flynny. May he be avenged, or at least justice rendered. And to Ron.