Hey, Brother...Where you at?

Was a time in New Orleans that the every day greeting was, Where you at? Like saying How you doin'? or What's going on? I like that. Where you at? 
I often think of my brother Jeff when I wake in the middle of the night. He died quite unexpectedly back in January of 2005. We spent a good amount of time together in the years before his death. He was a man worth knowing, and quite a character. It seems natural to think about him when I have trouble sleeping, because he spent many nights awake, banging on his computer. Well, I'm not sure banging is the right word. He did more of a hunt'n'peck (two finger typing) He suffered from peripheral neuropathy (I think I spelled that right), and was in pretty much constant pain. But he did have a damn high pain tolerance, and he rarely complained. But, yeah, he had a lot of sleepless nights. 
So, I try not to lay in bed and curse the world when I have trouble remaining asleep. I get up and make a cup of tea in one of the two large tea cups that use to belong him, but I possess now. I think about where he's at out in the universe at large, and the noise he might be making. He always was one to walk and talk like he was the soft spoken child of Thunder, itself. I do miss that big fella'. Sleep well, Brotha'. Be seeing ya' in awhile. Still got a few things to do down here. But I expect I'll be along shortly.