One Wedding and a Funeral
Saturday was Brother Ed 's memorial service. Ryan and I got up, got dressed, swung through Dunkin Donuts and headed to Fairview Park to pay our respects. Like I said before, Ed was really just an acquaintance to me. We met maybe a dozen times over the 10 years I've been back in Cleveland. Ryan probably knew him a little better - from his old video shop, the music scene, the car scene... all of that. Still, though, it was important to us to go. Strange and sad and surreal. But important. Ryan got his '71 Challenger out for the occasion. Which, if you know Ryan at all, proves how important it was. As we pulled up, we ran into my good friend, Lacey on her way out. We chatted for a minute and then made our way inside. I have never seen so many people at a funeral in my life. (And I've been to more than I'd like to remember.) We meandered through the crowd and got in the line, which Lacey had warned us didn't go...