Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I heard Laurie died last night. Such a sweet girl and although years have stretched to decades, she's still 19 and barefoot with long silky brown hair looking pretty much the same as it did at that party where I said to Brian, who IS that chick? Might even have a picture of her somewhere.
She and Brad eventually ended up moving in together. They didn't have much except his gorgeous '55 Nomad, a couple of bean bag chairs, and a 12 volt (car) 8 track player on the floor in the living room wired up to an old car battery. He took the free-love open-relationship thing seriously and suggested she do the same. Took her about a week to pack. Took him about two years to get over it. He dang near stalked her. Cracked the windshield after smacking it in frustration when he ran into her at that one party. No aftermarket suppliers of curved windshields for '55 Nomads back then and it took him a long time to find one.
And now she's gone. Wonder if he knows.
Brian....... Bumm'n. Think I'll take the rest of the day off and go for a ride. Wanna crack a Bottle of Zin and toast friends here and gone?
TWC.......Obligations, man. Love to, but Lisa is in Chicago all week. I’ve gotta get the kids at 4:00. Jake has a big math test to study for tonight that will have a big impact on his grade for the trimester. I’ve got a really major meeting in The OC tomorrow that I’m not ready for yet. House is a mess. Cajalco Rd is closed. Yada. Yada. Got dang Yada.
Later from Brian's Crackberry: Half way to Dripping Springs, I'll have a glass for ya R/Brian Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device.
Oh I'll get to that glass soon enough. And I have.
Life sure ain't fair now and I'm thinking of other good friends fighting the Big C tonight. Too many of them.