My oldest friend passed away at the end of 2019. He did the chemo at the end of his 67th year, on his 68th birthday he showed no signs of the cancers that were at hand. For 2 straight months he was 100% himself, he rode his Indian, cooked on his grill, smoked his Marlboros, drank his Bud Light and did his blow to keep his nightlife alive. He died suddenly a few days after Xmas, 3 days before, he was perfect, 5 days before, he weighed 90 more lbs than the day he died. He survived Vietnam, was a French certified ASE Ford mechanic, owned a gas station, towing business, recovery service and multiple rental properties. He drove an 80s model Lincoln in rough appearance but perfect running condition and lived as if he were below middle class to facilitate the friends he had chosen decades before. You was a real class-act hoss, you helped me out of a dark place with a fucked up world view. R.I.P. Edward L. (Butchie) Hale. Gonna miss you pal, more than I can say for the rest of the humans I encounter.