Today is a sad day.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

-Don McLean

R.I.P. homiez

Especially Buddy Holly, that guy ruled, hands down.

I ate chicken quesadillas for him.

I would like to believe aerial travel has become safer over the years.

*tips cap*

Are any of "the Crickets" still alive, or they dead too?

So it goes.