because tomorrow evening we drive to flag
en route to the ferry sat
and visit an old and dear friend
so it looks like I got the tool(s)
and my golf game still sucks for the same reasons
chipped worse than last time putted better
still pounding the driver and fairy woods
but can't hit a decent iron shot
a hundred years ago anita and I took the train
from durango to silverton
I suspect it was a skiing trip
and I tore it up over at wolf creek
in the interest of love and togetherness or bonding or somesuch
we rode the narrow gauge railroad
I've got a photo of anita noshing on something inside the train
that I'll put up maybe later
anyways, she looks exactly the same after all these years
and I guess I do too
but we feel like we're getting old
because we are
and here we have a nice shot of the best fucking dog I've ever known
we were fortunate enough to spend fifteen years together and my eyes teared up writing that
I love you mr. t forever and always and miss you every day
anita agrees
rip my faithful loving friend
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