I just heard that my old friend, Horst Detke, passed away.
Horst was a child of the European war, an immigrant with a skill, an entrepreneur with great skill, and one hell of a story-teller.
Horst has been unwell for a couple years and I have not laid eyes on him for ages but I recall his stories (he loved long, stupid sexy jokes) and his friendship.
Heres to Horst.
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