Hello my friends. Today is a sad day indeed. My wife and I are going to St. Thomas to bury her father Cyril Belleau. To my wife he was a strong, powerful, father. To me. Cyril was a teacher, drill sergeant and warrior poet. He could tell a story like no one else. In fact, it was he, who inspired me to tell my own stories in comic book form because his seemed so visual. God speed noble warrior. You were part Wolverine, one-third pit-bull and all tractor trailer. The world is already a less interesting place without you. Out of respect for my father and law; the Shakverse will go on hiatus until next Friday when I post a new entry of Dunkin Skids. Thanks for the swift kick in the ass when I needed it Cyril. I salute you as does the Shakverse!