tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post114467711386157457..comments2024-01-30T22:53:34.269-08:00Comments on Musings of an Intrepid Commuter: irondadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-1144729963207940342006-04-10T21:32:00.000-07:002006-04-10T21:32:00.000-07:00Steve,Thanks for the comment. It does make one re...Steve,<BR/>Thanks for the comment. It does make one reflect. The biggest thing I see is that you never know. You'd think a guy like Larry would be the last to hit a deer and fatally crash. Any of us can go in any manner with no notice. I just keep loving Katie and the kids, giving back in some way while I can, and remembering the number one rule:<BR/><BR/>Don't forget to have fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-1144714708313958902006-04-10T17:18:00.000-07:002006-04-10T17:18:00.000-07:00Sorry to hear about your friend. Squirrel Hill is...Sorry to hear about your friend. Squirrel Hill is just a few hours from here so a ride from California was an adventure. I understand Katie's comment about him dying doing something he loved. None of us want to go before we have to but it is a gift to part like he did compared to many other ways....<BR/><BR/>I don't see anymore irony in an MSF instructor meeting an untimely end than I would a flight instructor doing it. There are no guarantees in life and not even skill and training will keep us from accidents.<BR/><BR/>Again, sorry for the loss but these moments give us a chance to reconsider what is important to us.<BR/><BR/>steveSteve Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04540977884513559091noreply@blogger.com