Ed’s dad (well, stepdad, but the man Ed called “Dad”) died this morning after a couple of years of poor health, and many years of great health.

I have a post planned with pictures and video, but today we had to instead scramble to book flights, pack, line up kitty care (thank goodness for great neighbors) and get ready to fly out first thing tomorrow.

It feels strange to go to Orlando knowing our bartender won’t be there waiting with two Boodle’s martinis in hand.