K.'s stepfather passed away thursday night, casting considerable gloom over the weekend. He was a great, hilarious guy. I can vividly recall walking around South Philly with him teaching me the lyrics to that old "I don't care if it rains or freezes as long as I got my plastic Jesus" song. He had already been diagnosed with terminal cancer when he married K.'s mom, but they really made the most of the two years they had together. We'll miss him a lot.