I was late to the party on watching Breaking Bad. I started watching it after the series ended. Then I binge watched the whole thing in a matter of a few days.

I can’t for the life of me tell you what sucked me into that show. It’s certainly in no way connected to my real life. Far from it. The premise is nothing that I should have enjoyed. Someone recommended it and my wife and I decided to watch it, probably close to 9 or 10 years ago.

The spin-off, Better Call Saul, never struck me as something I’d watch, mostly because spinoff’s generally never hold much for me. Too much of a copy cat deal.

We were getting ready to leave on a trip a few weeks ago to a mountain cabin in Colorado. It was a remote place with some limited over the air television and no internet. Knowing my tendencies to boredom I decided to download plenty of viewing opportunities to my iPad. After looking through what was available, I decided to download the complete catalog of Better Call Saul. Six seasons. Seems like someone had encouraged me to give it a try recently.

What I found after starting to watch it, I actually found it to be a better show than Breaking Bad, at least in my opinion. I binge watched the entire thing mostly while away on the trip.

Something about the character Jimmy, aka Saul, mirrored someone I knew in my younger life. Jimmy’s antics, mannerisms and personality brought back a flood of memories. Memories of a friend, an employee, a person that I cared dearly for, someone I held much pity for as well as great admiration for his true brilliance. He took me down roads that I never expected to travel. It’s hard for me determine whether he got me into more situations than he got me out of. For sure there was an adventure each and every day that Winfield was around.

As I spent several days viewing Better Call Saul, Winfield was on my mind. Ever since then I’ve thought of a thousand things that happened in my life as a result of Winfield.

I woke up at a early hour this morning to an email from a lady that seemed to take umbrage with my writing about my old friend, because she felt it would be unfair to his family members, if they stumbled onto them in the future.

What I had been considering recently was publishing a book dedicated to Winfield and the many stories that I witnessed in the 30 or so years that I knew him, prior to his sudden and untimely death.

I can’t say for sure what the future will bring but I know that I’m so opposed to the Cancel Culture Movement that’s going on in this country, that I don’t see how going back and deleting all of those stories would be in anyone’s interest. I may feel differently if I had been less than truthfully about any details in those writings.