im learning that everything in life is bittersweet

san nic

last night i learned about my high school bud Bob (see post below) after i had such a great time with my college bros out in Venice.

chris, mark, mike, and rob were part of the heart of my hippie friends at ucsb.

like many people i had two sets of friends. in my case i had the newspaper amigos and the thirsty thursday crew.

these grateful dead loving miscreants were there the second i landed in the dorms and we were super close immediately. as in immediately. it was magic. a gazillion years later look at us: well preserved, lovable, successful, and still as idealistic as in back in the day.

last night we at tacos and drank good beer and talked a little about the good old days but not as much as youd think. we have new stuff to talk about.

the reason for the season was that mike was down from santa cruz with his adorable little sons so rob made the hike out from the low desert and i trekked in from pass.

something weird about real solid friends like these that even if you havent seen them in a while you can get back to connecting instantly. i have said many times in this blog that i consider myself so super lucky mostly because of the great friends ive had the pleasure to meet over the years.

so driving home from the wesssside i was in a little glow of good spirits only to have them dashed when i read the sad news from chicago.

but what it did was remind me the same thing im reminded every day: life is so damn fragile and so so so short that we have to drink every drop out of the red solo cup of existence because you never know when the keg will be cashed.

so bring a buck, and yr own cup.

bob miletta, rest in peace

bobfor some reason bob and i started hanging out in high school and it was good.

we played whiffle ball and soccer, walked to the store, talked about the cubs.

somehow we did this for years. happily.

his family were the type of warm italians that you see in the movies with something always simmering on the stove, and old school dean martin on the radio.

if it wasnt for bob i probably wouldnt have gotten my first girlfriend. for it was because bob was playing a hockey game was i able to say on the phone one day hey mary wanna go to my buddy’s hockey game tonight, and history was made.

bob ended up with one of the hottest girls, himself, the next year and i experienced my first feelings of jealousy. basically she looked like she could have easily been playing for the Runaways.

it was in bobs house that i first heard the word marone.

as in what bobs older brother probably said to him when he first brought her home.

marone, little brother, whered you find her?

according to the newspaper bob was driving, possibly had a heart attack or stroke, and drove right through a yard, hit two trees and the corner of his house and his suv rolled over. and he died.

and what a way to go. obviously distressed because of a young child had just drowned in his pool and the next day bob was headed to the store to dismantle the pool when he died.

The autistic child was staying at his grandparents’ house in the subdivision while his parents were out of town. The child was last seen sleeping on a couch about 5 a.m. but apparently wandered away and was found in the pool at 10:47 a.m.

One report said the victim was on his way to buy a pump to drain the water from the pool to tear it down when the crash occurred.

i found out because via facebook i was invited to his funeral mass.

i was all funeral mass?

nobody i know should be having funeral masses, i thought, but there on his facebook wall i read all these very nice messages from his family and friends. and a link to the story and photo gallery.

facebook.

stunned i kept scrolling down his wall to see if he had any virtual last words, and lo, the bob miletta who i grew up with, was right there again:

Here is something to ponder for all of you White Sux fans, how your team is in first place and nobody goes to the games. It’s beacuse all you fair weather so called sox fans that will jump on the bandwagon come playoff time and root for them, while the Cubs no matter what the team is doing pack Wrigley Field. Shows true colors and support. Yes the Cubs do suck at times but they still have sellouts. Also it’s funny that now The Cell has Ivy in Center Field.

im sorry i lusted after your girlfriend,

ps your twitter just broke my heart.