Can't sleep for thinking of his number three.

My brother has let me borrow his pick up truck while the Porsche is getting a face lift. Each day we drive it we are starting to talk a little slower, support Bush a little more and are becoming more and more interested in NASCAR. Will came outside over the weekend and found me trying to shoot Champ dead .... I ain't gonna have nothing french in my house!
Here is the work that our new book club is discussing this month ... it's a masterpiece. I love the questioning of self the author describes as in, "maybe? kinda?" so powerful. So .... how was everyone else's weekend? Katie ... how was Jordan?

REMEMBER DALE EARNHARDT
He walked tall and sported that grin,
For every enemy, he made a friend.
Driving that number three around the track,
It's hard to believe Dale won't be back.
A legend?Oh! Yes, it is true,
Racing is what he liked to do.
They laid him to rest in Carolina ,
Wish I could have been there?
maybe ... kinda?
His death has taken a toll on me,
Can't sleep for thinking of his number three.
Four children and a wife are left behind,
To cherish this man and his familiar sign.
He has driven his ?Chevy for the very last time,
Im left to write for him this poem and rhyme.
Goodbye my friend?you made it through,
Heaven's gates opened wide when they saw it was you.
Your master and maker gave you a call,
We long will remember when you walked tall.
Lord help us do right and not look back,
For one day, too, we will leave Earth's track.