I received a call that a very close friend of mine has passed away.  I have mentioned him here before, the man who lost both arms in a machine accident when he was eight, and went on to become a renowned painter, using his feet and mouth.  I'm going to hop on a bus and ride all night to attend his funeral in Osaka, hopefully make it home late tomorrow night.  A wonderful person he was, one of the most inspiring that I have ever known.  His was a life that encountered great adversity, but ever since we became friends, I never knew him to be anything other than a joyful and giving spirit.  He has been fighting a bad liver illness for many years, the result of receiving tainted blood when he had the accident. In and out of the hospital, but I never heard him complain.  Masanori Minami was my friend's name, and though he was severely handicapped, self reliance was his lesson to the world.  He was a very enjoyable guy, always ready to give and take a joke, or be available for calm discussion about anything.   I will miss him dearly.