Lee Nisbet

Ned was brother and my bro. He had a small porch and could only let one or two sit with him at time. That was his way. If you were lucky, he’d let you sit long enough to feel the warmth and share the light of his candle. His desires are at peace now. I miss his warmth. My world is darker. To paraphrase Patti Smith, "be kind to each other, MFs".