Of course, what I was mainly looking for was the picture taken of us at Folsom Street fair in (I think it must have been) 1991. After looking basically everywhere in the house, garage, and basement, it turned out to be on the shelf immediately to the left of my PC monitor. Ooops. And, to top it off, Steve Kastner's business card (Parts Manager, Kastner Pontiac Olds GMC Honda) was the only thing on top of the picture itself. Talk about a coincidence.
Steve was a good friend I lost last year; he asphyxiated and/or drowned at Soda Springs up in Napa (some further details can be found here). He was 31, as was Mark; I had spent part of the weekend before his death at his cabin at Fife's during Lazy Bear Weekend.
The oddest thing is that I always thought I would lose friends to Aids (which hasn't happened yet), but I never thought I would lose friends to dangerous carbon dioxide levels or in a terrorist hijacking of a passenger airline.
I'd better go mow the lawn before we head out for dinner.
