You still look as handsome as you did the day I snapped that blurry photo of you while visiting Bart and Alan’s, way to many years ago. I can’t tell you how much your friendship has meant to me over the years and I will never be able to thank you for hanging on to me through the dark moods you had to endure. We haven’t talked since your trip back from Europe and so much has changed. Much stays the same but as my life keeps going I haven’t had your shoulder to cry on. It’s my fault for not calling you as much as I us to. I am sure you are doing very well, you always had a way with turning the bad in to the good. I always felt confident of your talents with creating beauty in everything around you.
Aged at a slow simmer since 1968!
