Can't figure out a better place to put this, but several of you guys know the infamous poster Skicat from back in the day.
He texted me the other day and let me know his father has entered hospice. The cancer is winning and he is giving up the fight.
He was my high school history teacher and the head ball coach for my first 2 years, and Golf for all 4.
Lots of us getting to the age where we are the oldest generation alive. So, naturally, grumpy.
