One year ago this evening, right about this
time, I was driving through Waterloo IA on my way to the hospital in
Iowa City when Baz called to say they were wheeling him into surgery and
they only gave him a 50% chance of coming out of it. That's the last
time I talked with him, although I talked to him for the next 24 hours in the SICU. I've been thinking about him a lot lately in these weeks between his birthday and the anniversary of his death, so I decided to break
out his bottle of Drambuie and the Swishers.
Here's to you, Baz!