We come with the dust, and we go with the wind-- Woody Guthrie, Pastures of Plenty.

I just remembered that the former Marine was also a gourmet who complained about his estranged son and called him junior and liked to cook. He had a special stone he would put in his oven to cook pizzas on. When occasionally stories appeared in the newspaper of animals nearing extinction, he would volunteer that he'd like to eat one before they were extinct. Once, he confided that when he was in Vietnam serving his country, he would get hungry looking at dead bodies. He didn't believe in exercise or God, although he had been an altar boy. He was given the choice of going to jail or joining the Marines by a judge for fighting too much in high school. Where girls he didn't know wanted to have sex with him based on his reputation. After leaving the service, he carried a 45 around for several years. He enjoyed downing shots of scotch chased with beer. Loved sushi…