Fen, if I had to guess, I'd say every one of the AFL Bills who can physically make it to the funeral will be there. Every single one.
Had an idea this might be coming. Damn, how I wish that tip had been wrong.
John French Kemp was the greatest man I've ever known, and it was an honor and a privilege to work for his 1988 Presidential campaign. And by work, I mean the lowest-level volunteer stuff -- manning phone banks, stuffing envelopes, even holding up an "M" placard when we spelled out his name in the back of the auditorium where his primary opponent, Vice-President Bush, was speaking. Didn't care. It was worth it, because this young, idealistic Campus Republican believed, even before I ever met him. After he dropped out of the race, I still wrote him in on my ballot that November, and did the same in '92 even though he didn't run. And I still believe this country would have been far different if he had been elected.
My thoughts are with Joanne and the kids tonight, and with the entire Bills family. First Linda Bogdan, now this ... What a horrible, horrible week.
God bless you, No. 15. Rest well.