For those who had the pleasure of meeting him at a blog meet, I'll always remember him in the kitchen whipping up two of his down home Texas specials:
A steaming, spicy bowl of Texas red...
... a sweet and tangy slice of Vinegar Pah (Pie)
A do-rag wearing biker boy with a heart of pure mush, Camp BlownStar will never be the same without him.
My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, who he loved very, very much.
Vaya con Dios, mi amigo.