It's Tuesday morning at 5:45 AM and I am blue.
I am not blue because of the Boston Marathon situation, but that certainly would do it.
No, I am waiting for funeral arrangements for a friend of mine.
Ted Blaschke was an engineer and a Renaissance man. His specialty was rapid transit cars and their propulsion systems. He began at the MTA in Boston and the job took him around the world. Very few places did he not have a friend to look up. He was a highland dancer who never understood the value of 10,000 pokes. But he could play a mean game of Minesweeper. But he was a connoisseur of Low British Comedy and good beer.
But after 81 years of running, he has run out of time.
Oh, we will have a bearded, kilted piper for his Celidh.