There are times when I feel about as proud of my Louie-Louie Lad as it’s possible to get. And there are times when I want to hold him as close as I can to keep him from being hurt by all that crap … garbage … junk flowing around the world. He is one of the kindest, most caring people ever born. When he stayed up all night to play music and listen to those of you who needed to talk, he was doing what he knew he could do to help in any small way he was able to provide.
The reason for this … up above … is, I guess, because I just had a birthday. And got suddenly “older”. Didn’t mean to, y’ know.
If you walk across Flushing Meadow in New York (like we used to do) you will come across a rather large rock, just sitting there. As rocks sometimes do. But I sat on that rock … and he remembers. So do I. But he remembers me, not just the rock.
How special is that? Yup, I had a birthday. But he sees me.
How special is that?