tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193517212009-02-20T23:10:14.294-08:00DOMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11976843231033837672noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19351721.post-1133086750800808662005-11-27T02:03:00.000-08:002005-11-27T02:19:10.810-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5986/1913/1600/Faretheewell.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5986/1913/320/Faretheewell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />As I'm sure most of you have heard by now, we have recently lost another ambassador of greatness. (No, not the world's ugliest dog. That crappy looking dog did just die, though. Do you think he's somewhere up in heaven scaring the bejesus out of all the other dogs? Making God want to change his whole "all dogs go to heaven" policy.) Anywho, this first post has to do with the recent passing of Pat Morita. Or as most of us know him, Mr. Miyagi, Danny Larusso's elderly best friend. <br />He helped turn an annoying young Daniel into an annoying young karate champion. I wonder if we will be getting any commentary from Cobra Kai's Sensei John Kreese about this?... Only time will tell.<br />For now, fare thee well, old friend. Fare thee well indeed.<br />Mr. Miyagi: Handyman. Teacher. Friend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19351721-113308675080080866?l=dombianchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DOMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11976843231033837672noreply@blogger.com9