Anyway, when I did something Jeff thought was goofy or stupid, he’d call me an old hump. I can’t even tell you what I’d call him, it’s too “colorful”. But anyway, he’d call me an old hump and we’d laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n Recently, I realized that I really am an old hump. There is no denying it. There comes a time in your life when you gotta stop saying “I’m getting older” and come to terms with the truth and come right out and say it: “I AM OLD.”<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Well, there’s only one cure for getting older, and I’m not ready for that cure yet… not that I’ll have much choice when the time comes. One of my favorite Jeffisms (besides him calling me a hump) was his view on death. He would always say, “When your ticket’s pulled it’s pulled and you’re on the train and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.”<\/span><\/p>\n My troubles are many<\/span> (From “And when I die…” Lyrics and music by Laura Nyro made popular by Blood, Sweat and Tears.)<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n![\"I'm](\"https:\/\/thundercloud.net\/infoave\/images\/2023\/hump3.png\")
First, let me preface this by honoring my best friend, Jeff, who passed away almost two-and-a-half years ago. I don’t think a day goes by when I don’t think about him and his many “Jeffisms” as I called them. Trust me, most of them are not the kind of thing I’d say on this site, they are a bit too colorful if you know what I mean.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThey’re as deep as a well<\/span>
\nI can swear there ain’t no heaven<\/span>
\nBut I pray there ain’t no hell<\/span>
\nSwear there ain’t no heaven<\/span>
\nAnd pray there ain’t no hell<\/span>
\nBut I’ll never know by living<\/span>
\nOnly my dying will tell<\/span>
\nSaid only my dying will tell<\/span>
\nYeah, only my dying will tell…<\/span><\/p>\n