Adam

Adam McAdams, Adam-Be-Adam, He-Grips-Tightly, Thomas Rimer

The winter here's cold and bitter
Chilled us to the bone
Haven't seen the sun in weeks
Too long too far from home
                     --Sarah McLachlan

Adam arrived at the Wheel Renewed from Manchester, via France, Egypt, the Faulklands, New York, Georgia, Albuquerque, and Northern California. He arrived just before or just after a bandmate from whom he was running when he left Albuquerque.

He told teaching stories to Brandy, he stopped drinking (eventually), Found a pack, challenged Brian for Fostern Rank, won, and I still say that he died in a way that summed up his life.

As above the mighty BSD Father Kramer duked it out in a lightning storm with the Claw, Banestriker, so below Adam was felled by a single stroke from a minor underling and bled his life out into a mud puddle.

There's something ironic in this. The only log of Adam I have is the last one. It's pretty hokey, but funerals are like that sometimes. Even Nixon had people say nice things about him.

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