By way of The Rap Sheet, I have just learned of the passing of Joan Parker, “tireless fundraiser for a host of different charities” and wife of the late great mystery writer Robert B. Parker.
I want to believe the two of them are sitting at heaven’s bar: Mrs. Parker taking small, careful sips of her drink, and Mr. Parker drinking Amstel. (If you can’t get Amstel in heaven, where can you get it? I mean, other than the Netherlands?)