It's nearly midnight and I'm almost done re-reading Kitchen Confidential for the umpteenth time and I always cry reading it because Bourdain no longer graces this world. I remember the episode of him in Livingston with Jim Harrison in Parts Unknown and asking @hannahwks to watch his episode in Cologne where he drinks allllll the Kölsch and report back (it made her love her adopted home town even more if I'm not correct). There are people who seem to effortlessly communicate what it means to be human, and that sonofabitch could do it better than almost anybody. Maybe someday thousands of years from now an atom from my corpse will somehow mingle with an atom from his, both recycled a hundred times, and it will be meaningless.
