You have to understand that I did not expect my world to be turned upside-down today. I hunkered down to work in my home office, while outside a snowstorm bore down on me. I was quite fine. Drinking coffee, gathering information on the web, I was utterly loving the silence that a snowstorm forces on a community. Streets become quiet. Cars hush themselves. Even scofflaws come out in the daytime to open their mouths and catch the six-pointed, icy stars on their tongues.
Davy Jones. I read those words, and uttered, “Oh, no!” I looked around, as if someone in the building could deny this horrible rumor for me. My cat was uncharacteristically mute. I rushed to the computer, and went looking for more information. It wasn’t hard to find–the Internet was abuzz. Facebook had become Davy Jones Central.
It’s the least we can do for one of our own, who also happened–in his spare time, when he wasn’t lovin’ up on a horse–to be a rock star. Davy Jones, Rest in God’s arms, comrade.