Too many of my old friends are dying. Two have died so far this year, and it’s only March. Can’t wait for April. That’s on the heels of last year, when I lost more old friends than I can recall, including one who was 10 years younger; the salt-ofthe-earth kind of guy. Their deaths are depressing, so I try not to think about their passing too often, even though my helpful memory is determined to keep reminding me of the good times we shared, the laughs, the sound of their voices. That’s one reason getting older sucks to a large degree. The ...