Remember that?

It's too bad Kim couldn't follow me. She was too young.

My ex-wife took me to Angie's funeral last summer. She held my hand when we paid our condolences to Chris's kids.

Teri hadn't seen them for more than ten years. Chris was surprised and happy to see her on the worst day of his life.

It was a Saturday, Kimmy was working and didn't know them anyway, Chris had Ange cremated in Alabama where she died.

Teri asked me where my flowers were. There was no casket, but a table shaped like a casket with Angie's cremains on it.

My and Kimmy's flowers were on the left side of Angie's laser-cut box and Chris's family's flowers were on the right.

The Allen County had some great big  Standy-uppy thing on the right side of Angie's mock casket which seemed to be of questionable taste, at least to me.

Teri asked if I wanted to "go upstairs" after she got me home, which I thought was in really bad taste. We stayed outside in the garage. She had her chance before.

I wouldn't cheat on Kimmy, but it was tempting.

Kim wasn't thrilled about that event. I wasn't either. You gotta do what you gotta do sometimes. I bought a special black on black Hawaiian shirt for the event.

I left my gun in Teri's car. There were plenty of firearms in there with the sheriff guys.

Sometimes part of the job is knowing when to bow out.

Chris met Doc for the first time about a month ago when we were snowed in. He took her up north to her joint in his 4x4.

I dated a gal that looked just like her for a little bit. I used to call her Roxette, her actual name was Lee Ann.

Kids were Antifa-types. Got fed eyes on me. I gave Sling Blade Red truck after Chip found two tracking devices on it.

One active and one passive, like an apple doo-dad. I found a tracker on Dr. Kimmy's phone when she found me again.