For J.M.W

I still use our password for everything.
I still stop and smile everytime there's blue sky above me.

No one knows (or cares!) what my subtle Anne-risms mean except you.

I love basketball and graffiti because you taught me how to see the art in it.

1901's and Peach tea is my idea of a great lunch date.

Twister's still rock my world.

I see Norman Rockwell in everything.

I still have the baseball t-shirt you bought me in 1997.

Yes, I still love Scrabble.

"A'ight" has weaved its way into my vocabulary.

I am still a boxer shorts fan.

Nothing beats eating fried chicken in bed, while watching a movie.

I have the Marvin the Martian figurine you bought me on my office desk.

"Anyways" is NOT a word!

Okay, okay. Gnarly is.

I will always be crap at rap, and no, I cant remember Jay Z and Mariah's duet even though we went through the lines a million and one times.

I have a natural aversion towards the name "Miriam".

I still get the words to "The Way You Look Tonight" wrong.

Thank you for helping me look for Poochie the way you did, and for holding me while I cried.

I'm so proud of you, well done on your masters. Go chase that dream, kiddo. Give it all you've got. Like I once scribbled on your desk: "I believe in you." Hope all of the above answers your question(s). Glad you're back. Thanks for calling. You made my day.