A coworker of mine (and formerly haltz) has passed. I wrote a brief and spontaneous eulogy for him. I hope you'll read it. Otherwise, it is what it is.
my coworker Bryan, a decades-long staple of the St. Louis fine dining and high dollar service industry, passed the other night at the age of 61. Bryan was...a character, as my dad would say. his sobriety predated, probably, my industry career, but he had the jittery and unpredictable longwindedness of a good-natured addict in recovery, whose own sense of the blessing of their sobriety frankly far outstrips the feeling of anybody painlessly victimized by their rebirth. all that being said, I'll miss the guy, who was one of the few people weathered enough by the storm of our calling to come out the other side laughing at the sheer luck he should find himself here and for that matter well and alive and vertical for quite a bit longer than could have been guessed, go figure. go forth, buddy, into that unimaginable afterlife with the same smile with which you long since resolved to greet each moment of the life you never ever took for granted.
