Until last year, I always looked forward to April Fool's Day. I had a few doozies I'd pulled on people over the years, and got nailed by more than one prank myself.
This year, it's not going to be a fun day. This time last year, an insidious cancer called leiomyocarcoma (sucks that I don't have to spell check that) took away the closest thing I've ever had to a brother: Joe Murphy.
So it's an offline day for me and Sheila. I don't do death well. I don't do mourning well. But please don't feel bad for having fun with today. I know some of what's planned and look forward to reading all about how you fools were suckered in. I wish Sigler lots of luck on his big book launch today. Heck, I may even walk into a bookstore and take a peek. That's something Joe would do, and that's how I'll be spending the day. Doing things Joe would like.
I miss the big guy.
Comments are off on purpose. This is mine.