Today we did something special with three good friends Bill, Barb and Kahlua, in San Pancho. We scattered some of Rufus’ ashes on the beach, one of his favourite places. With each crashing wave, the surf will return his soul home. Later, as the five of us sat reminiscing about the big guy, a butterfly hovered over us for a good 10 minutes. None of us doubted who it really was. Be free, amigo.