Although I talked with Graeme numerous times and exchanged countless emails and texts, I actually got to meet him for the first time last Wednesday at the Blind Pig. He had told me he was coming and I guess he texted me five times during all the craziness, until I finally got a chance to step outside. Anyway, I go around outside to the left at the Pig, but he wasn't there. About three minutes later he comes bursting through the door. There was no mistaking who he was. I laughed and said "its about time" and let loose with a wide grin, saying "Dash, brother, how ya doing man?" Anyway, we talked about two minutes after a frantic text from Kipp, saying I needed to get back to. The board, so I left. We talked on the phone three times after that, but the final time he called me - Monday at 304 pm - I wasn't able to get to the phone. The next morning, we're hearing the tragic news. I will never forget Donna's call, hysterically crying, trying to explain what happened. Anyway, I drive by the Pig three times a day and every time I glance over to where he was, still halfway expecting to see Graeme there. Still can't believe he is gone.