Dear Jorts, you big lump.
I'm going to miss:
- your crazy boots
- your pre-oocupation with why in the world people would deck their cars in Hello Kitty
- your barely-here yet gone-again moustache (or whatever it was)
- the noodling (I learned what THAT was because of you)
- your presence on the bench
- and seeing your face here.
Good luck - and God help those who get in your way.