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[bookofmirrors]

I got the news from my mom that Howard Flint died suddenly a day or two ago, apparently having an inoperable tumor near his aorta. No one knew, even him, until extremely recently. He was an old friend of the family, having hit it off with my dad during some business partnerships they had. I remember when I was little, around 12, that my dad walked in the door on a Friday after work, and asked if I wanted to go to Canada with him. Basically, he, Howard, and a few other guys were heading up to go duck hunting at Howard's lodge, and he thought I might want to go with. I did, of course, so it was a quick pack, followed by a quick flight, partially commercial, and partially what I think was Howard's own jet, and through customs (having to prove discreetly, my dad later told me, that a young girl in the company of several middle-aged men wasn't a cause for alarm). It was a good time, wandering the shores of ...um... I think it was Lake Erie, while they hunted. Eating duck with some buckshot still in it. Playing with the housekeeper and the dog.

Plus, it was always nice to know I had friends in high places, as it were.

*sigh* Don't know why this touches me. I've known others better, and longer. Maybe just 'cause it's on top of Neg's death.

In other words, I'm taking the blonde beastie to the doctor. *sigh* I hope he's OK.