I went to a funeral this past week. My friend's mom. She was a sweet woman who never came to your house empty-handed, who always had a smile and who couldn't help but ask me, in private, if her son, my friend, was ever going to get married.At the funeral service, and later, at the home, I saw photo albums of her when she was younger and her son was a boy, which meant I was a boy, too. And I got a little misty. I realized there are all these categories of people in our lives: parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins, friends, colleagues.
"Is it the nose?" "No comment," Kris Draper says. "The neck?" "No comment." "It's above the waist, right?" "Yeah." "The elbow? The lower lip? The upper lip?" "No comment," he says, laughing. It's nice to hear him laugh. He hasn't laughed much lately. About three weeks ago, Draper suffered some freak injury that the Wings will only identify as "upper body." He hasn't played since.
