When you lose someone so important to you, who feels larger than life, sometimes you act a little crazy while going through the grief. Maybe it is to counter the silence and life's unfairness, but at the time, your actions can feel magically vibrant. This is one of those stories.

The day was St. Patrick's Day 2002 and I drove his 1986 baby blue unvacuumed Econo van, with our kids and his ashes, into the Known Center Of The Universe (K.C.U). Whenever Bob Kaiser drew a map for anywhere, he always put a dot where New York City was, even if the map was for Africa, and wrote K.C.U.

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