The big Money

I got word Wednesday evening that a fellow from my high school class had died that morning. He was the third from the class to die since graduation (which was probably the last time I saw Scott) - one in a car accident, one from cancer, and Scott, apparently due to a blood clot embolism following surgery. We weren't particularly close, but were friends, and I remember him as a rather good guy.

I went to his visitation Friday night after work. Saw some old friends, and things ended much like I expected them to, with Brian K and Rodger M and me talking and catching up for a couple of hours. And making the obligatory promises to not wait until another one of us buys the farm before getting together again.

Yesterday's game day went really well - players (and I) had a great time with Fading Suns, and Ben's Fear Itself game got deeply enough into my head that I had a dream about it last night - D and me and CPTAAL and his GF as X-Files-ish investigators looking into the fallout from the events of this game. That doesn't happen often, and given the source material for this one in particular, I'm glad that's the case.

I'm going to let the Meetup side of our gaming club go gently into that good electronic night. There's almost no traffic through that gateway, our Facebook presence seeing much more discussion and activity. And, while it's nowhere near a budget-breaker, the organizer dues are an expense I can do away with.