Thanks to Stacey's penny, callbacks went magnificently last night. Superb.

"Say that again."
"Superb."

I picked up Tiger's ashes yesterday, stood for a few minutes in the choke of that stale waiting room; Fritz, Alaska, and Tiger all succumbed with that septic air shuffling and hacking out of their lungs. I sat her on the seat next to me in the car and spoke to her in the way I always did, and it got to me again.

Here is a song for all of you to download; I think that even those who do not normally enjoy my music will enjoy this song. Go to www.momentsingrace.com and click next to the flashing orange arrow. Enter some bogus e-mail and, when the new window pops up, download "Broken Promises."

This entry is dedicated to Bonnie, since it's the closest to her dream journal entry that she will ever get from me.