Me, too, osso.
And I've so missed him being around
Always a voice for sanity, in his melancholy, world weary way.
I love this photograph. He fought the good fight. It's all written on his face.
I would not call him Sane without evidence... My first father in law was a shrink, and being blabber mouths, the word was that he was a patient of one, and deeply psychotic... Just as eleven is the new ten, insanity is the new sane... Madness is the last defense of humanity... When we find it is impossible to feel, and feelings make it impossible to think, we may still go through the motions, but our minds are on the blink.