The Patty Griffin track always makes me drift back to my old friend and umpire buddy from St. Thomas. He carried a sickness for a lengthy spell, hardly telling anyone. I remember a phone call out of nowhere in the off-season from John, a rare event. It’s probably one of those moments of saying goodbye to a friend. For him, a final goodbye. For me, not knowing as such. My other pal, Peter, called less than a month later to share the news of his passing. Still miss the big fellow. Always in my heart.