We buried Mike... well, he's in a box....and it's a small box. I'm not really sure what they've done with him. We really didn't bury him, unless his wife placed him in a closet or something. The memorial service was Wednesday. It went well.
I decided to take the weekend off and my son and I explored 60 plus miles of the Mississippi River, much of it in 4X4 along the river bank or as close as we could get, yesterday. Today, I kicked back and got my head right. I'm still trying very hard to stop telling bad jokes. That is something I do when I am sad.
Next weekend is going to be TONS of fun. I get to clean out Mike's Shack, take down his antennas, and start putting his radio stuff up for sale. Not something I am going to enjoy, but I promised him I would and his family will need the money. I'll be buying some of it and insisted I be allowed to keep Mike's old homebrew tuner he made back when he was a Novice and held the call KA9MOT (1982 or so).