And so I begin. Look, Katie! A parade! Here, I'll hoist you up on my shoulders and you can watch daddy's mind spin like a perpetual top! No, maybe it's better that you don't read my mind, there's a lot there only the bravest can see…plus it's rated R… for Rediculous…Repellent…Retched. My God (and I capitalize with great reservations) what have I done? You are gone, literally and figuratively. Those heady, strange early days when we watched movie after movie on the infested old couch on stormy Salt Lake nights on Heather Circle, when we both dreamed of our blessed union and all its possibilities even while the movie raged on-all fractured images at best now. The battle to keep Mary at bay while we fooled around; watching Oscar and Muffin flop around like furry fish out of water with the female fish always coming out on top; picking you up after a long shift at P&P, and overjoyed to do so;
