This AM I finished Prince Lestat, by Anne Rice. She has many books describing this universe of undead, spirits and others who we don’t notice.

Wouldn’t that be nice, if it really were possible to see, speak and maybe touch those long lost? Not necessarily everyone though. Actually for me there is a very short list though I guess there are peeps I’ve never met that I’d like to. Maybe getting in touch is a skill or talent like any other activity. Maybe.

The single actual important part is that a person very dear to me died 25 years ago. We were close in high school, stayed in touch despite Al Gore not having yet invented the internet, and even spoke which is amazing considering my general avoidance of phone calls and actually most everything in general. An invitation to my wedding was on the fridge at the time our mutual friend told me and thus was how my number could be dialed for the call no one ever wants to make. The truth is I didn’t and still don’t know what to do. Jim P, hopefully still knocking it out of the park and wow that takes me back, so wonderfully said, celebrate life. I certainly do remember the times together. Maybe if things that exist and such happenings as that happen in the universe Anne Rice’s describes then there will be another opportunity.

RIP AM. You were a cherished friend and I miss you though no doubt you’re having a grand time jamming with Miles Davis & Co on the saxophone. That’s indisputably where I’d put my money. My time with you is proof positive of how incomparably sweet life can be.

Please consider taking a moment to remember someone dear while enjoying Perfect Day, by Lou Reed.