Last week I was asked to write something about Phil O’Reilly and although I tried, nothing I wrote sounded right.

I sat down, with my tub of coffee, early this AM and tried again.  Again…nothing.

I gave up, went back to bed and just when I started to doze, the telephone rang.

It was a friend from the bike club – a close friend of Phil’s.

Ignoring the many apologies for waking me up, we began to talk a bit – finally getting around to talk about Phil.

“Tomorrow’s going to be bad.”

“You mean the wake?”

“Yeah.”