Heather
Happy Birthday, to a long lost friend wherever you might be - I trust and imagine and hope and know that somewhere you are happy and smiling, and reading a good good good book. I've got a poem for you around here, it's an old one about you and your sister and even that cute old doggy of yours. Old Mise Avenue, old Orchard Valley, old Los Gatos, old Fish Bowl, and those haunts and ghosts. Remember when we went to see Track Star for our mutual 17th birthdays? I've still got the entire show on tape, and bits and pieces of the car ride as well. Blessed be.
