It's not often we truly contemplate the strange sadness that accompanies hearing about the death of someone we knew, even if we weren't close friends.

It’s a weird feeling, a blend of familiarity and detachment.

Over the weekend, I lost a friend, or more accurately, someone I knew from our time working together a while back. His name is Foz, a friendly soul, and he had a passion for radio that I greatly admired. We weren't close outside of the workplace, but in those years . . .

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