My friend died. . .

I found out my friend, Glenn, died in his sleep. He lived in our apartment building and was very active in getting speakers and people to entertain us. He was an avid bike rider and rode daily. I spoke of him when I posted about showing him the Stewart Glen part of the Burnt Bridge trail to ride his bike on. That was the last time I saw him since I was holed up in my apartment with allergy problems. We were going to go to a play on Saturday together. If I don't visit anyone today, you will have to forgive me.