Harvey

Harvey died a couple of weeks ago. I can't say I feel any grief. I hadn't seen him in years and we never liked each other anyway, not one little bit. I thought he was a cretinous bigot and he thought I was a ditzy flake. Both of us were right. I wish, though, that I'd been smarter, more mature, less judgmental about him, though. We all have our own faults and I don't think his were any worse than mine. Probably much less.