Thank you for stopping by. I know we need no words to communicate

with each other. How are you doing? Have you had your annual

physical? I know, I know you know about it. Don’t get crossed at me for

asking you. I care about you. I love you. What would I do without you?

Would lose my mind! I need you as soon as I get home in my little

room. Where I have my guitar and play the radio while I write silly

things. That’s my way to settle down and breath better.

You know the door is open at all times. All I need from you is have the

cricket announcing you. That’s right. He’s always somewhere near

me. By the window sill…the door…the corner in the room…he has

several places he likes to be at. But going back to you. Were you at some

of those funerals that depresses you today? Yes, the smell of the dead

stinks. The relatives don’t feel the scent, from all those flowers they take

to the grave. But is a stench. I know. And for a minute of silence they

observe in memory of their loved one…you make them feel your

deep presence. I know, brother. Are you leaving now? Listen, thank you

for your visit. Take care. I love you.

EO