I lost a dear friend this past week after his long battle with the evil C-word. He was my best friend's father, but he may as well have been my friend. That's the kind of man he was; a friend to almost everybody he came across.
I've become quite fond of Woodstock, Illinois. I grew up in nearby McHenry and have always lived a hop, skip and a jump away. Our high school used to play sports against Woodstock, so they were always the rival in my eyes. But as life goes on, perspectives change and I've adapted a new one on Woodstock.