So much four years after to Route 66 I would have liked cheerfully to welcome him to "Club 70", today.
But alas! Andrew, my friend, has died.
In 2008 stumbling upon eachother in the blogosphere, Don QuiScottie (not Don Quijote) and
Seanso (not Sancho Panza) became friends (not only) on their diverse "windmillish" quests to
impress his Dulcinea / Margaret. ;-)
Ha! And what fun it would be if they were both still alive, Claude Prescott and Andrew Scott, now that the new Pope is a Prescott ;-)))
Deep believer Claude here, bantering Andrew and me there.
Together with Jams, my very special friend I consider(ed) us a four-leaf clover.
It's like Andrew wrote to me as a dedication in one of his books in 2017:
Sic!!
I might (soon) end blogging,
but before moving to my last dwelling six feet under
I do thank for such wonderful friends.
And thus, at least for now, I do end with Andrew's poem for me:
Thank you, my friend.
Whilst you might be celebrating with Claude and Jams tonight, accompanied by a pint of Guinness and a wee dram of Talisker, I shall be smiling a lot, whilst revisiting certain comment sections.
Sláinte!