Where's the Beef?

Captain Beefheart died today. Ingrid would have been touched by that. She loved Captain Beefheart and all that sort of stuff in high school (and beyond...) and might have called me to make sure I knew that he'd passed away.

I would have teased her, she would have laughed, I would have laughed. It would have been another of the million moments in our friendship; inconsequential on its face, but part of a tapestry of silly and serious things that spanned the years and bolstered our shared past.

I wish I could call her to tell her.