Here’s a guy that entered my life unexpectedly. He left without permission and wont come back. Oz is one of the few living people I miss, besides my family. He explained one day, long ago, that given his actual initials, g.d. O., O for Ostrum, not OZ, in monogram form, would read ‘gOd’.
I miss his sense of humor and I miss playing with him in the band but mostly I miss him for being a genuine human, and doing the best he can. Too many conniving, mean and self-serving gas bags taking the humane out of being human. Sure, it takes all kinds, but the world would be a better place with a few more like OZ and not so many of the others.
Take Care, Be Well, & Let it shine,
Yours truly, Country Fried Fred
