Memory Eternal!

While I was on vacation my friend Vladimir reposed in the Lord. I missed him during his illness. He greeted everyone who came in the door of the Cathedral and, given half a chance, would fill one's ears with stories of the radio industry. He is the only smoker I ever knew about whom it could be said, the force of his personality overcame the anti-gravity of his cigarette-smell. My son loved him. I hope I see him again.