July 25, 2005
I wondered what it was
Last night, a real ruckus erupted outside my front door. TWO police cars and an EMS ambulance pulled up around 10:00 last night, with lights flashing and all kinds of panic going on. At first, I thought they were going to bust ME over my back-porch moonshine still.
But they all ran over to Henry's house, and emerged shortly thereafter with a body on a stretcher. They hauled that person into the ambulance and the vehicle stayed parked with the lights flashing for at least 30 minutes. People started pulling up in other cars and rubber-neckers came from houses all over the place to see what was going on.
I didn't go over there. It was none of my business, and I was worried that Young Jack may have broken something vital, being as clumsy as he is. I figured that I would find out sooner or later.
Henry dropped dead of a heart attack last night. Right on his living room sofa.
His daughter just came to tell me about it.
Henry was one of those half-crazy people that I seem to attract like a bug-light, but he wasn't a bad guy. I actually LIKED him. He was always ready to help me with anything I wanted to do around the house and he was pretty good at painting and carpentry. I've damn sure had worse neighbors in my life.
Adios, my friend. At least you went quickly.
Henry was one year older than I am.
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