Goodbye, old friend

When we were kids, my brother had an Evel Knievel action figure, and for years after its supposed usefulness, my parents kept it in the bowl of a hanging lamp in our kitchen. From atop the back steps, it looked as if Evel were about to launch himself into the kitchen sink. When my dad moved out of our old house, he carefully packaged old Evel and mailed him to my brother, who now keeps the action figure on a shelf in his office. His little boy Liam looks upon Evel with great reverence. Which is just as it should be. Click here to see reports of the demise of pure badassery.

*sigh*