Twelve Years

Twelve years ago, today on a cold day in Ciudad de México, that little hand slipped into mine.  My girl is having a rough time of it again and we only got to spend a little while with her at BARC on Saturday.  We may or may not see her today.  Be that as it may, I hold on tight and don’t let go. Because she is the best thing that ever happened to me.  The very best…

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