Jimbo!

I’m supposed to be at my friend’s funeral today. He died last Friday when he was out running in the desert and fell off a mountain. He was my age.

He taught me to ride a mountain bike. When I ascended my highest hill, he was the one coaxing me up. According to legend, after he lost his virginity, he called the girl up to apologize for his poor performance. He was that good.

Today I am thinking of my overachiever friend running up mountains at five o’clock in the morning, and it makes me smile.