Man dies, no one ever escape death, all we know it. My old friend, my follower, my pole-vault student, 5 younger guy, he was my friend since 1969, died a day before yesterday.
In the morning, did a bit crafting which was extend the rubber band to attach the box on my Hunter Cub. Did it well and all by free.
In the afternoon, went out for the downtown by Hunter Cub to throw away some unused parts and trash in a public bin at Kawaramachi Station.
After it, visited my Hunter Cub dealer to check it which looked having some noise from the engine head.
A mechanic man told no defect was. And was OK.
On the way back to home, the text came on my mobile.
Yes, even a his death message comes by e-text on the net. Time flies, really. No way!