Three nights ago the cousin of one of my lifelong best friends died in a car wreck when his car hydroplaned. He was 40 years old, a state patrol officer, with a wife and three young daughters. I knew him only glancingly but he was someone I often saw, spoke to, kidded with. A good guy.
Once, after my friend's college graduation, we were sitting around listening to this television theme shows cd my friend had found somewhere. The CHiPs theme came on and we were cracking up at the disco wafting into the air. The cousin walked into the den right then, befuddled at first by what he was hearing. "Is that CHiPS? Cool!" He shook his head, laughed, and kept going.