Gary you and I share similar taste in harmony and style And we live relatively similar lives. And we are relatively close in weight and height At least we were when you were in your prime. But despite the commonality I struggle for vocabulary when we meet from time to time. Because you were reading Edgar Allen Poe and I just read incessantly in hopes that I might over day master something closer to me. But I can't tell you why it's how I spend my day. I guess I have the time to waste. Man I think you know the feeling like when I got home last evening And I held her hand again. And just like ten little best of friends our fingers embraced again and prayed the days we spend together would never end. Despite what we know and despite our hope It's like as long as she and I are two no amount of time would ever do. Gary does it feel that way for you but multiplied by five and imminently real? How your fifty little fingers must feel.