Where do I start Hank. I don’t remember exactly how we started having beers every day, it seems like a lifetime ago. Get off work, go to Whiskey Jacks, have a beer, shake off the day, go home happy. You are the very best friend I ever had. Camping, sitting up with Janine singing till 3:00 in the morning and people actually started yelling at us. Fishing…. Everywhere, but Atlin was fun, I skipped rocks and hit your boat by accident, you barely got mad at me. The best bone crushing hugs ever, you sure meant it when you hugged someone. I could use one of those now. Hank you will be with me forever, every time I put in your badass leather jacket, every time I drink a Pilsner, every time I drive by the house on the corner….if the blinds are open come in, if they’re closed, get lost. Thank you for being my friend, there is no one like you and I’m glad for the time I got to spend with you. It’s been a privilege.
