Saturday, April 13, 2024
Al, AKA Asshole but, really anything but an asshole. We took a 2 hour ride to a show and then your 4 hour shortcut back along 611 with Joann and I calling you an asshole for it the entire time and as most know, the nickname stuck. I will treasure all the memories of you calling me from 611 or me calling you so that I could call you an asshole. Our grocery shopping trips at the blues festival were always a blast and your samples at the deli counter, 6 potato salads later. You were the best my friend and you will be missed. Until we meet again, keep Jerry and Uncle Stabby in check because Ann can’t do it on her own.
Love you my friend,
Jeanette AKA 611
