Thanks again for talking with me after Nora's funeral. I emailed your friend Ruess. He's giving me a chance, I think.
You called him a spoiled priest. Care to elaborate?
He was a minister for awhile. When I first met him years ago he was the embodiment of idealism. He claims the wine and women never got him, but the doubt finally did. I respect that.
Ruess and his wife, Jane, used to have me over on Friday nights for tacos when Sherry and I first divorced. Those two people kept me from drowning. Jane died two years ago come November. Goddamn cancer.