Leaving Here a Better Man...

For knowing you this way. Things I couldn't do before, now I know I can... and I'm leaving here, a better man.*

Prayers up for my buddy Malcolm as he finalizes his winter prep, battens down his hatches here and heads southward in his Amish-woodwork-customized teardrop trailer.  

Last year, he and Buddy headed out in early January; Buddy left us on the morning of Ash Wednesday, after leading a full rich life. That boy never got left behind;  the blessing with the smaller dogs is you can scoop them up, carry them up steps, and extend their lives and final comforts in a way not possible with the bigger pets, perhaps. 

A true companion, Buddy and Mal were pretty much inseparable in the final years, that dog went along.  His last winter in Florida was a bonus, and he was up and sniffing greenery to his last day...

This year, Mal heads out earlier but alone.  

Be kind to travellers.   Pass on the left, don't ride someone's ass or cut in too soon, especially on wet roadways... 

Plenty of open roadway out there... Respect.

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* Songwriter: Clint Black.