See that picture? That man is Charles Seat. He changed my life.

Last weekend, Charlie died. He was 77-years old and he did a lot of stuff over the years. I hadn’t spoken to Charlie in probably twenty years, but I had always meant to go back and find him, have a beer, and chat with him about things; to tell him about what he’d done for me, to inform him of stories from my life, all kinds of things that he would have been proud of me for.