I took a trip on a train
And I thought about you.
You know who you are. And I wonder if you care about web pages and blogs these days. I don't suppose you do. I don't think I would if I was where you are now. Do you like Jazz now? You used to call me a Jazz Nazi...made me laugh, because I know some serious Jazz Nazis...honest. You don't know anything about Jazz Nazis. And of course the term itself is full of contradictions. Kind of like you and kind of like me too. And I suppose our similarities are what made us bump heads and drive each other to distraction. A couple of taurus, bullheaded personalities going at it. A couple of relentlessly sarcastic unless we were being as sensitive as we could possibly be boneheads.
So I've got a new version of my website up. Something that I can go in and edit whenever I feel like it, which might be too often and then again might not be much at all. And as I was putting the "about" section together I was forced to look at all the people I came up with who aren't kicking it in this plane of existence anymore. And I miss them all, but none of them as much as you and were you there in Chengdu when I was alone and thinking about you and crying like a baby? I mean, it was embarrassing, I promise I won't do it that often. But understand that there are all sorts of people still struggling along down here who are keeping your memory alive and periodically thinking about the time we'll be able to kick it again. Have a few laughs. Have a lot of laughs. In the meantime check up on us once and a while. We'll do our best not to embarrass you too much. Love ya...