I picked out a star the evening O'Henry crossed. Each night I step out on the
porch to say goodnight to him. I still can't do it without tears.
Of course sometimes the stars are not visible but I know
"he is always there" just as I never had to turn around, I just
knew he was right behind me. This piece has been on the edge
of my mind for a long time now. I am missing him a little bit more these past
few days. For our friend Jim. RIP Lennon