Last night I had dinner with Fred, Kevin, Kevin squared and two of Uncle John's old friends. We got together to remember John at a west coast version of Hooters because that's what John would have wanted. Delmar was saying how he was happy that one other friend of John's never received an invitation. He was the guy who had taken to cleaning John's apartment and Delmar had had enough of this fellow (Kevin left a lot of stuff in John's old apartment for this other chappy when he took it over after John died) This other pal had taken to selling off items that were John's at John's old watering hole, like an electric can opener. "I gave that to John." I announced loudly to a few guffahs, Fred remembered how John had no use for it. So the can opener had come back to haunt once again ( go WWAAAYY back in the blog for the can opener's tale). Some memories were relived and Kevin shared some stories of the funeral with a couple of guys who couldn
Ford Finscéal (that's Gaelic for oral legend) - an online space where the decendants of that prolific couple Ed and Loretto Ford can share stories about the family - old and new, and generally just keep in touch.