A Tribute to Boozer

[Buster Highmen]

Brought by the notice of death, it comes back to me now.
Digging the land yacht stationwagon out of the snowbank I buried it in, Boozer ribbing me, giving me the tough ol' boy what for with the slightest smoking hint of smirk. Boozer handing me a beer and asking me if I smoked that stuff while the world spun away in shattered panes of psychedelia. Boozer driving said land yacht packed with kids to a cabin 6 hours away so we could race, pounding beer all the way, making it clear he knew we called him Boozer. Boozer pulled over by a cop near Rhinelander, busting out of the car into a handstand on that icy road, asking the "what's the problem officer?". Boozer and family, mostly Ted and Sarah and their Mom, kind to me, the poor kid in their group of most snotty, old money people, showing what true class was. Kind to my mom, never making the snide sniping cuts regarding the academic classes or whatnot that others from the exclusive clay court clubs did.
Boozer's dead. Evidently did a back flip off a 70 foot high bridge near Aspen last winter.
I pay tribute and extend my thanks, you were a class act.

[Innominatus]

Helluvan eulogy.

If that's who I think you mean, based on a recent article in a certain popular outdoor rag, he was quite a character.

Anybody who was part of the last crew to sail a commercial sailing ship around Cape Horn is pretty unusual.