RIP Salty Brine.
Only a tiny handful of you will understand why this is so very sad. If I didn't have to work at three today on so little sleep, I'd go to the funeral. This man was Rhode Island, and I've never heard anyone speak a word against him. He was kind, generous, funny, and a real gentleman. Everyone who knew him says that the world is a better place because he walked on it.
Farewell, old friend. We promise to brush our teeth and say our prayers.
Darn. I didn't want to get all teary. It's either because I'm tired or maybe I'm finally turning into a Rhode Islander after a mere 26 years of living here. That's not much, according to Rhode Islanders.
Now I'm going to bed. I have to be at work at three.