At the liquor store after and I run into Sasha, Dag's daughter. I'm mentioned her here before, posted a picture of her, young 80's, feisty, always with a joint in her month. I'd visited her in November in the hospital, asking Sasha where she is now, did she get into a home, and no, she passed away January 6th, 2 months in the hospital, not even a month in the home. No obituary, Sasha's choice.
And so that's that, another bit of the local color gone, the town, it's becoming gentrified in the worst of possible ways. All the people that gave it color, character, dropping off one by one...